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.
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."