Desert Rose - Mediaeval Baebes

When the desert sand blows softly to the end

And the winter nights bring maidens to despair

When the sky is black and moon is full and round

Then you’ll hear her cry and hear her soul abound

Desert Rose she’ll come to thee

Sweeter than the honey bee

Lips so red you’ll want to taste

The deadly itch the old embrace

Desert Rose she’ll steal your heart

Make mockery of every part

Till your bones are bleached and bare

And wandering in death’s despair