I ride cross the desert on my camelOver hills of sand.(Hills of
sand)What's that I see in the distance?Only hills of
sand.(Hills of sand)There is no oasis in sight;I'll have to
ride through the nightIf I'm to make Baghdad by lightOf
dawn.The sun's not your friend in the desertLike he is at
home.(Is at home)The wind has a name in the desert(Scirocco!)But
it's barely known(Barely known)It's only the hardiest
bloomThat can blossom in darkest Khartoum;So I will just stay in
my roomTonight.The desert isn't free with her
secrets:She's a silent bird.(Quiet bird)I asked the Sphinx
for the answer,It said, "Mum's the word."So I'll catch
the Zanzibar trainAnd sleep 'til I'm wakened by rainAnd
I'm back in Olde Englande againeOnce more.