Dardanella Songtext

von Bing Crosby

Oh, sweet Dardanella,
I love your harem eyes,
I'm a lucky fellow to capture such a prize,
Oh, Allah knows my love for you
And he tells you to be true, Dardanella,
Oh, hear my sigh, my Oriental,
Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine,
There'll be one girl in my harem, when you're mine.
We'll build a tent
Just like the children of the Orient.

Oh, sweet Dardanella
My star of love divine.
Down beside the Dardanella Bay,
Where Oriental breezes play,
There lives a lonesome maid Armenian.
By the Dardanelles with glowing eyes
She looks across the seas and sighs
And weaves her love spell so sirenian.
Soon I shall return to Turkestan
I will ask for her heart and hand.

Oh, sweet Dardanella,
I love your harem eyes,
I'm a lucky fellow to capture such a prize,
Oh, Allah knows my love for you
And he tells you to be true, Dardanella,
Oh, hear my sigh, my Oriental,
Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine,
There'll be one girl in my harem, when you're mine.
We'll build a tent
Just like the children of the Orient.