The moon that rises o'er the eastern crest,
And sheds her silver light toward the west,
Brings just a lonely longing to my breast,
For fair Salome, my Oriental sweet,
And so each night my love song I repeat,
And ev'ry silver moonbeam thus I greet,
CHORUS:
Salome, Salome dear, my moonbeam,
I am so lonely my heart's a dream,
Hours of waiting just like ages seem,
So come to me Salome, my sweet, my moonbeam dream,
Salome, Salome dear, my moonbeam,
I am so lonely my heart's a dream,
Hours of waiting just like ages seem,
So come to me Salome, my sweet, my moonbeam dream,
Tho' I may travel o'er a hundred lands,
On a-seas or barren waste of sands,
At night I see her bathed in silver strand,
My fair Salome, my moonbeam of the sky,
I can't forget you even tho' I try,
For you alone Salome I give a sigh,