MY ORIENTAL GIRL
(Edward Beck / Milton E. Schwarzwald,   1917)


Far off where the lonely caravan winds on its way 
In that distant land 
Proud Sheik dreaming of his sweetheart who is waiting there 
Far o'er the desert sands 
He'll forget the deserts whirl
When he meets his Oriental Girl My

Night winds seem to whisper of his love so far away 
Stars remind him of her eyes 
Still he knows to meet her he must journey night and day 
And that is why he sighs 
But tho' deserts may be wide 
Soon he'll see his Oriental Bride My

Oriental Girl Oriental Girl 
A face that's so entrancing 
And eyes with fire dancing 
A form that keeps you glancing all the while 
O'er the desert wide 
Come to my side 
Let me protect you
So no one will get you 
Be my Oriental Bride.