Miserlou

Desert shadows creep across purple sands
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans
There, silhouetted under and eastern star
I see my long lost blossom of shalimar
You, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one
Old temple bells are calling across the sand
We’ll find our Kismet, answering love’s command
You, Misirlou, are a dream of delight in the night
To an oasis, sprinkled by stars above
Heaven will guide us, Allah will bless our love