SIAM
(Music: By Fred Fischer / Lyrics: Howard Johnson)


American Quartet - 1916




'Cross the desert, night winds are blowing 
To my lonely tent I creep 
All the stars for you are a-glowing 
Do you wonder why I weep

I'll be praying, dear, for your caravan, 
To bring you straight to me 
When I greet you, I'll be a happy man 
To love you constantly, Aaah!

Siam, I'm so lonesome where I am 
If you love your Omar Khayam 
You'll understand and 
Come to my Persian garden

I'll ask the Gods for pardon 
As before the Temple door we stand, while hand in hand 
There's lots of room here on this rug of mine for two 
I only want my little jug of wine and you

Siam, I'm so lonesome where I am 
You know who's waiting for you 
When you come from Siam

Siam, I am waiting for you
When you come from Siam
You come from Siam






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - June 2014)