Sunday, April 24, 2005
Oh i come from a land,from a faraway place,Where the caravan camels roam,
Where they cut off your ear,
If they don't like your face,
It's barbaric,but hey it's home,
When the wind from the east,
And the sun from the west,
And the sand in the glass is rite,
Come on down,stop on by,
Hop a carpet and fly,
to another arabian nite..