Beneath the waving palm trees
Where I took my caravan,
There was an Arab maiden
When she saw me how she ran;
But as she left a rose she toss'd,
A rose of beauty rare,
To her I'll be true , my whole life thro'
My Rose of Araby.
My Rose of Araby
I hear you calling me
And some day back alone with you I'll be
In that dear land that's waiting there for you and me
As o'er the sands come my dear one's commands
Back to where our love began
I'll bring my caravan
To you my sweet Rose of Araby.
The ev'ning shades are creeping
Night birds softly calling,
The stars above are gleaming
Lover's heart enthralling;
Dream on dear dark-eyed maiden fair,
Of beauties rich and rare,
Skies with beauty glow gently bids me go
To my Rose of Araby.