The desert sun, the desert sands,
Where love surrenders, Where love commands.
The desert sky, the desert spell,
It's mystery, but love can tell.
The sands are humming a song,
The palms above them are bending low,
To them the secret belongs,
They hold the answer--they know.
They know when lovers are waiting for night,
The palmtree covers their kiss from the moonlight,
'Tho['] lovers go--from our land--
Their hearts still hear the SONG OF THE SAND.