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