Pahjamah
Composer(s): Frank H. Warren; S.R. Henry; D. Onivas



In a sweetly perfumed spot 
where only desert moonbeams creep
Pahjamah's heart is waking 
is waking from its sleep
with the beat of tom-tom-tom-tom-tom 
across the burning sand so softly played
She hears her lover's tinkling 
his tinkling serenade

In her dreams Pahjamah hurries to her love at break of day
Together they are riding, they're riding far away
In the cool of evening while the camels rest within a welcome jungle glade
She listens to his tinkling, his tinkling serenade

Come, come to my balmy bungalow
Come with me, Pahjamah, to the jungle oh 
Love's oasis, a quiet resting place is
my camels wait within the palace gate 
Out there, where desert breezes sigh for you
A thousand slaves will gladly live and die for you
Come, Pahjamah! my pretty, pink Pahjamah! 
Arise, arise, the sun is in the skies!