MY CAIRO MAID
(Words by Bud De Sylva / Music by G. Foster, Chris Schonberg, 1917)


Dreaming, I am always dreaming, When the stars are gleaming, of
my Cairo maid. I believe she wants me, For her mem'ry haunts me,
I sit and pine till skies are graying, saying,

Smiling, I can see her smiling, in her way beguiling, as the
shadows fall. For the moon above her, Tells her that I love her, And
will return o'er desert, swinging, singing,

I know a maid in Cairo, In dreamy Cairo, beside the Nile. I know
she's yearning, her heart is burning, For my returning, so, for a
while, I'll travel upon my camel o'er scorching gravel unto my
shrine, Which means, that I'll go to dreamy Cairo and make this
Cairo maiden mine.