Desert shadows
creep across purple sands
natives kneel in prayer
by their caravans
There, silhouetted
under an 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
Ah 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