Distant winds on a hot desert night,
where the fragrant Jasmine blooms.
Where the sun makes it hot,
but the people are much hotter
among their silks and magical hues.
The clouds in the sky range from Diamond to Gold,
and the gypsies are brazen and bold.
Where the man on the Moon whistles a quit tune,
and the stars dance beside him and swoon.
So come one and come all to a faraway place,
where the customs are old and tales are told…
on the sandy magic floors of Arabian dreams…..