Caravans, desert sands,
Fill my heart with a longing.
For I loved an Arab maid so truly
When at night tents gleam'd white
In the glow of the pale moonlight,
To her I'd go, and soft and low, I'd sing.
Come, Love, while the stars are shining bright above,
Come let us wander o'er the silv'ry sand
'Tis Paradise, dear, to know that you are near,
To hear your voice and feel the touch of your dear hand.
I'd give all the world for just a tent and you,
To roam forever 'neath the desert sky,
Where mystery dwells, where the ages roll on,
And romance and love never die.
Memory carries me To the land of the waving palm,
And again I see the camels swaying
Night comes on, now a song floats to me on the evening breeze
Some lover sings this haunting melody.