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.