this glancing life is like a morning star ~ a setting sun, or rolling waves at sea
a gentle breeze or lightning in a storm ~ a dancing dream of all eternity
the sand was shimmering in the morning light ~ and dancing off the dunes so far away
the night held music so sweet, so long ~ and there we lay until the break of day
we woke that morning at the onward call ~ our camels bridled up, our howdahs full
the sun was rising in the eastern sky ~ just as we set out to the desert's cry
calling, yearning, pulling, home to you
the tents grew smaller as we rode away ~ on earth that tells of many passing days
the months of peace and all the years of war ~ the lives of love and all the lives of fears
calling, yearning, pulling, home to you
we crossed the river beds all etched in stone ~ and up the mighty mountains ever known
beyond the valleys in the searing heat ~ until we reached the caravanserai
calling, yearning, pulling, home to you
calling, yearning, pulling, home to you
what is this life that pulls me far away ~ what is that home where we cannot reside
what is that quest that pulls me onward ~ my heart is full when you are by my side
calling, yearning, pulling, home to you
