clam caravan

i ride cross the desert on my camel

over hills of sand

what's that

i see in the distance?

only hills of sand

there is no oasis in sight

i'll have to ride through the night

if i'm to make baghdad by light of dawn

the sun's not your friend in the desert

like he is at home

the wind has a name in the desert

sirocco

but it's barely known

it's only the hardiest bloom

that can blossom in darkest khartoum

so i will just stay in my room

tonight

the desert isn't free with her secrets

she's a silent bird

quiet bird

i asked the sphinx for the answer

it said

mums the word"