The Bedouin Bride
Away! Away! O, I would miss you if you went away Far away to that distant land Where heat is the order of the day And trees fail to outnumber sand Oh, what a nomad you would become A man of one Bedouin tribe You skin would be tanned by the blazing sun Your smile would put crinkles in your eyes I would miss the songs you used to sing The songs of that arid, desert land Your sweet, melodious voice would ring Forever, still at your command And if you go so far away O man of one Bedouin tribe, Then ought not suffice it for me to say I would meet you again on one fateful day And then I shall follow.you far away And I shall become your Bedouin Bride.