Way out in Hindustan
'Mid the sand lived a man.
He owned a caravan, and loved a maid.
One night, it was in June,
Hearts in tune, silv'ry moon,
And to this Hindoo maid fond words he'd croon.
I love nobody else but you, dear,
I love you with a love that's true! as stars above,
If you love half as much as I do
Oh, there never in the wide world lived such a loving two.
And almost ev'ry day,
So they say, on Broadway,
'Mid life so bright and gay things are the same,
Where there are lover's bold, Arms enfold, story old,
Same tale is often told, each one will say.