Lyrics
Dear eyes, clear eyes,
How you haunt me, how you taunt me;
Telling of bright eastern skies;
Your spell holds well
Girl of Bagdad, Pearl of Bagdad,
For her my heart ever sighs.
Twas in an old fashioned market place
That I saw a face Like a vision fair,
In the rabble there,
Flowers she sold, Fortunes she told,
So she read my hand and said, "Your heart is cold,"
But 'tho I have wander'd west,
And I've tried my best To forget her smile,
I still think if she read read my eyes, Her heart is wise.
CHORUS:
My pretty Rose of Bagdad knows,
That Bagdad wraps its mystic eastern charms
'Round you like two loving arms,
To do some "caravanning" I am planning
Just to find my Rose of Bagdad and say "I love you."