24 July 2012
Sit upon my carpet And I'll take you for a ride. Close your eyes and think so deep And let the carpet decide.
Trust me, princess, I won't let go Forget your father hold on tight Worry not and keep your smile I'll let you see the sights.
Trust me, princess, genie too See him rise up from his lamp Worry not, it's no longer lit In fact the wick is damp.
Over the night of Arabian cities The buildings, sandstone, standing tall Worry not, they won't fall down There is no rain at all.
Trust me, princess, hold my hand Forget your stress and breathe Worry not and look down now, Enjoy the wonders beneath.
Arabian Carpets • Opuss № I