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Aqaba (Tabor June)

Aqaba Aqaba (Bill Caddick) A man, lost in time and space, adrift in his dreaming While like an Arab steed the motorcycle flying on Past the English fields, the misty morning hedgerow The wind in the wire weeds, the warm sirocco sighing Ch: Aqaba, all my life turns on you All my life returns to you Out of the silent wastes, no friends, no quarter The blood is up, the senses race, the last dawn is Breaking And over the sleeping host, the unsuspecting shadows Grim as a desert ghost to the pale ride awaiting Now your eyes are turned from me, I shall surprise you Turn your faces to the sea, I shall come riding Down from the desert sands that glorious morning Oh what a deadly dance drummed out of hiding The puppies bobbing on the tide, the blood in the sand Dunes The sun dying in the sky, the black shades falling Over the dead of night, the church bells tolling The owl in his silent flight, the desert wind calling