Lyrics
Out where hot sands are blowing,
Out where the Dunes are growing,
Lonely lands filled with beauties rare.
Dreams of sweet desert perfumes,
Mem'ries of rolling Sand Dunes,
Make me long for an angel there,
Sand Dunes are calling,
Sand Dunes are calling.
CHORUS:
Fairest of flow'rs is my sweet desert rose,
And happy were all the hours,
When o'er the hills of sand we would roam,
No clouds or show'ers in this land of repose,
A world of true love is ours,
Sweetheart, in our little Sand Dunes home.
Love, love, my heart is breaking,
Love, love, my soul is aching,
As the folds of my dreams unfurl.
Come back, I hear you saying,
Come back, I hear you praying,
Back to "San Dunes," your Sand Dunes girl.
Sand Dunes are calling,
Sand Dunes are calling.