My sisters and I

Have this wish before we die.

And it may sound strange

As if our minds are deranged.

Please don't ask us why

Beneath the sheltering sky

We have this strange obsession

You have the means in your possession.



We want our tea in the Sahara with you.

We want our tea in the Sahara with you.



The young man agreed

He would satisfy their need

So they danced for his pleasure

With a joy you could not measure.

They would wait for him here

The same place every year.

Beneath the sheltering sky

Across the desert he would fly.



Tea in the Sahara with you.

Tea in the Sahara with you.



The sky turned to black-

Would he ever come back?

They would climb a high dune

They would pray to the moon.

But he'd never return,

So the sisters would burn

As their eyes searched the land

With their cups full of sand.



Tea in the Sahara with you.

Tea in the Sahara with you..........