My Sahara Rose 1920

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 23 Jan 2010
2010

I saw her face
'twas in the market place,
in Old Baghdad,
what cheeks she had.
Like a bed,
full of red roses.
I stood awhile
until I saw her smile,
Then I smiled too
and so would you;
Listen now,
this is how the story goes:

There where the temples stand
in that land
over the burning sand,
There in a bower rare
like a flower fair
in the hour of pray'r
she fell in love, and so did I
'neath the azure sky;
Sweetheart why
why did we say goodbye
But I suppose only Allah knows
that's how the story goes
of my Sahara Rose.

There where the temples stand
in that land
over the burning sand,
There in a bower rare
like a flower fair
in the hour of pray'r
she fell in love, and so did I
'neath the azure sky;
Sweetheart why
why did we say goodbye
But I suppose only Allah knows
that's how the story goes
of my Sahara Rose.

I see a star ashining from afar,
a star of love,
from far above,
calling me over the ocean.
In all my dreams I see her
so it seems,
Tho' we're apart,
down in my heart;
On a throne
there's my own
Sahara Rose:

There where the temples stand
in that land
over the burning sand,
There in a bower rare
like a flower fair
in the hour of pray'r
she fell in love, and so did I
'neath the azure sky;
Sweetheart why
why did we say goodbye
But I suppose only Allah knows
that's how the story goes
of my Sahara Rose.

There where the temples stand
in that land
over the burning sand,
There in a bower rare
like a flower fair
in the hour of pray'r
she fell in love, and so did I
'neath the azure sky;
Sweetheart why
why did we say goodbye
But I suppose only Allah knows
that's how the story goes
of my Sahara Rose.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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My Sahara Rose 1920
Music by Walter Donaldson
Lyrics by Grant Clarke
© MCMXX by Irving Berlin Inc. - New York City
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 23 January 2010 at 16.33
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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