Peter Koppes Arabia
Arabia
Docked in Tangiers port at night
Heat drenched lights spread at a height
A young guide from the streets he'd fought
Spoke seven tongues though never taught
Arabia
Smoked a hashish cigarette
Chants float from a minaret
A Kasbah winds it's labyrinth
The coastal palace of a prince
Arabia
They're falling lightly, the veils of Arabia
The veils of Arabia
Arabia
Sabre dance in Istanbul
Thieves around a pedestal
Harems held like nature's beasts
The desert boasts a genie's feats
Arabia
Teenage boys played on a beach
Though no girls, they're out of reach
Heritage, their fathers land
And law laid by their fathers' hand
Arabia
