It was out of the dream, that the pretty girl came
And tell this day, I not know her name
But she moved with emotion, desire to excite
My soul is in misery, and my heart is content
And now I stand in the depths
And meeting I love her,
And not know even her name
From nowhere, through a caravan,
Around the camp fire light,
A lovely woman in motion
But hair as dark as night.
Her eyes were like that of a candle doll
But it returns me with love.
She danced around and round
To a guitar melody.
And from far her face was all a glow
How seen a chat in me.
Oh, how I’d like to hold her,
And kiss and forever whisper in her ear
All through the caravan
She was dancing with all men
Waiting for the rising sun,
Everyone was in heaven.
I hate to see the lady go,
Knowing she will never know
That I love her, I love her.