Silver moon beams shine through shelt'ring palms of the Orient.
While my Caravan is resting near my desert tent.
Softly the night winds dying,
For you my love I'm crying.
Tell me, Egyptian moon,
My love is coming soon.
Arabs ride, side by side,
Desert silence fascinates if love abide
Dear Heart I miss you so
Meet me in old Cairo,
Where elephants wind through the lanes
With silver bells hung from their chains,
And symbols [sic, "cymbals"?] blend with sounds of serenades.
Oh, enchanting night of mystory [sic] of the Orient,
Through the desert air you sing of love, I am content.
Grey dusk of desert falling,
Sweetheart I'm calling, calling.