Lyrics:Sting Music:Sting | |
My sisters and I | |
Have this wish before we die | |
And it may sound strange | |
As if our minds are deranged | |
Please don't ask us why | |
Beneath the sheltering sky | |
We have this strange obsession | |
You have the means in your possession | |
We want our tea in the Sahara with you | |
We want our tea in the Sahara with you | |
The young man agreed | |
He would satisfy their need | |
So they danced for his pleasure | |
With a joy you could not measure | |
They would wait for him here | |
The same place every year | |
Beneath the sheltering sky | |
Across the desert he would fly | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
The sky turned to black | |
Would he ever come back? | |
They would climb a high dune | |
They would pray to the moon | |
But he'd never return | |
So the sisters would burn | |
As their eyes searched the land | |
With their cups full of sand | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you |
Lyrics: Sting Music: Sting | |
My sisters and I | |
Have this wish before we die | |
And it may sound strange | |
As if our minds are deranged | |
Please don' t ask us why | |
Beneath the sheltering sky | |
We have this strange obsession | |
You have the means in your possession | |
We want our tea in the Sahara with you | |
We want our tea in the Sahara with you | |
The young man agreed | |
He would satisfy their need | |
So they danced for his pleasure | |
With a joy you could not measure | |
They would wait for him here | |
The same place every year | |
Beneath the sheltering sky | |
Across the desert he would fly | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
The sky turned to black | |
Would he ever come back? | |
They would climb a high dune | |
They would pray to the moon | |
But he' d never return | |
So the sisters would burn | |
As their eyes searched the land | |
With their cups full of sand | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you |
Lyrics: Sting Music: Sting | |
My sisters and I | |
Have this wish before we die | |
And it may sound strange | |
As if our minds are deranged | |
Please don' t ask us why | |
Beneath the sheltering sky | |
We have this strange obsession | |
You have the means in your possession | |
We want our tea in the Sahara with you | |
We want our tea in the Sahara with you | |
The young man agreed | |
He would satisfy their need | |
So they danced for his pleasure | |
With a joy you could not measure | |
They would wait for him here | |
The same place every year | |
Beneath the sheltering sky | |
Across the desert he would fly | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
The sky turned to black | |
Would he ever come back? | |
They would climb a high dune | |
They would pray to the moon | |
But he' d never return | |
So the sisters would burn | |
As their eyes searched the land | |
With their cups full of sand | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you | |
Tea in the Sahara with you |