(Words by Bartley Costello / Music by James W. Casey, 1919)
Drift o'ver the sun kissed desert, stop where the old Nile flows,
there's where my heart is roaming, There's where I left my rose,
pretty as Cleopatra, mild as the summer breeze,
Egypt I dwell in your land, tho' far across the seas.
To pyramids and sand dunes, wonders of puny man,
nightly with joy I wander, in a dream caravan.
Seated high on my camel, free as the very air,
but I wake from dreaming, and sigh that I'm not there.
Egypt land, land of my river Nile,
life with you, made living well worth while;
Egypt land, keep the rose I left there faithful
and I'll be true, to you my Egypt land.