Araby 1915

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 13 Sept 2007
2007

Tonight I'm dreaming of Araby,
that's where my dreams seem to carry me;
where ev'rything is oriental;
and ev'ryone is sentimental.
There in the shade of the shelt'ring palms
I met a maiden fair;
I long to hold her gently in my arms.
Oh, how I wish I were there!

Araby, when shades of night appear
I seem to hear you calling;
Araby, you seem to beckon,
and I reckon I'll be hurrying back again.
Seems to me,
a maiden's face appears,
I see her tears are falling,
falling, because I left her there.
That's why I long to be
where all those happy faces wait for me
beside the fair oasis,
Soon you'll see, within a caravan,
an arabman will take me
over the desert back to Araby.

Araby, when shades of night appear
I seem to hear you calling;
Araby, you seem to beckon,
and I reckon I'll be hurrying back again.
Seems to me,
a maiden's face appears,
I see her tears are falling,
falling, because I left her there.
That's why I long to be
where all those happy faces wait for me
beside the fair oasis,
Soon you'll see, within a caravan,
an arabman will take me
over the desert back to Araby.

Someday you'll find me in Araby,
where some one's waiting to marry me;
I can't forget the day we parted;
She said I left her broken hearted,
I helped her on to a camel's back.
Before she rode away,
she made me promise that I would come back;
I'll keep my promise some day.

Araby, when shades of night appear
I seem to hear you calling;
Araby, you seem to beckon,
and I reckon I'll be hurrying back again.
Seems to me,
a maiden's face appears,
I see her tears are falling,
falling, because I left her there.
That's why I long to be
where all those happy faces wait for me
beside the fair oasis,
Soon you'll see, within a caravan,
an arabman will take me
over the desert back to Araby.

Araby, when shades of night appear
I seem to hear you calling;
Araby, you seem to beckon,
and I reckon I'll be hurrying back again.
Seems to me,
a maiden's face appears,
I see her tears are falling,
falling, because I left her there.
That's why I long to be
where all those happy faces wait for me
beside the fair oasis,
Soon you'll see, within a caravan,
an arabman will take me
over the desert back to Araby.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Araby 1915
Words & Music by Irving Berlin
© 1915 by Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co.  New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
ion Thursday 13 September 2007 at 12.26am
in association with Doug Grierson
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