An emotion, a song, a heartbeat, a poem
The desert sighs to me
My mother, my friend, my lover, my Zen
The desert cries to me…

Dance with me,
Come dance with me
And she pulls gently on my hand

Dance with me
Come dance with me
And I cannot resist her command

Come taste of me
And hear me speak
My breeze slow upon your face…

Hold me close
And smell my breath
And feel my warm embrace

Dance with me,
Come dance with me
And she pulls gently on my hand

Dance with her
Come dance with her
And I cannot resist her command

Come lie with me
She beckons sweetly
And I'm caught in her trance again

So before I know it
I'm on the road
To my lover, my mother, my friend…

To dance with her
Yes, dance with her
And I pull gently on her hand…

To dance with her
Yes, dance with her
And she cannot resist my command