A Thousand and one NIghts Lyrics

In old Baghdad the djinns draw near
And whisper in the Sultan's ear:
'None of the treasures that you guard
Compare with fair Scheherazade'

Come now, sit by my side
And take a magic carpet ride
Join my desert caravan
And sail the burning riven sands

Acrobats will entertain
While leopards strain bejewelled chains
But each would still their breath to hear
The daughter of the Grand Vizir

Beneath an awning fringed with gold
We'll sit until your tale is told
A thousand tales you'll tell and then
I pray you will begin again