The Arabian Boy

It was in the nighttrain in Cairo
where I found an arabian boy
whom since then never left my thoughts
I love him

He told me stories from his dromedary
and sang of water in oasis and rivers
he drew me pictures with magical lines
I love him

There was spring and sun
the next day I left to look for him
we went down the Nile
we didn't need a car, just a dromedary

He went and showed me the pyramids
right by edge of Sahara sands
and his eyes lit up by the white stones
I love him

By the Nile's bank we walked and sang
about lifes joy, beauty and love
I felt inspired by other foreign tongues
I love him

There was spring and sun
birds sung in choir when i found him
we went down the Nile
we didn't need a car, just a dromedary

He left me with tears in his eyes
on the railway station that day
although love burned hot in my nerves
I knew I would never see him again

I often dream of my fair boy
and life is sweet when I'm close to him
he has grown, as the years have passed
I love him

Here back in Iceland I cried in lonliness
and searched for marks to remind me of him
I see his face in sticks and stones
I love him