Dreams of misty Babylon, of moonlit deserts
Of tales of knights of the infinite sands
Riding neath the crescent moon,
I ride the night's pathways, across this desert vast
Bright Ishtar shining
Sweet Lady of the skies
Guide me to your city gates,
Through wind-blown sand, guide my flying steed
Past crumbling castles of time,
Desire, the torch that speeds my journey
To my maiden of the desert sands,
Sweet Babylon
Her dark eyes, reflecting the crescent moon
Her red lips, like garnet, inviting
Her gown of lapis lazuli, radiant
Smiling, behind her silver curtains
Nubile, neath gossamer sheets
She waits for me, in the frankincense of night.
