Caravan

Juan Tizol, Irving Mills

Night
And stars above that shine so bright,
The myst’ry of their fading light
That shines upon our caravan.
Sleep
Upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sands so I may keep
This mem’ry of our caravan.
This is so exciting
You are so inviting
Resting in my arms
As I thrill to the magic charms
Of you
Beside me here beneath the blue,
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert caravan.

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