Tea In The Sahara - Sting

My sisters and i

Have this wish before we die

And it may sound strange

As if our minds are deranged

Please don’t ask us why

Beneath the sheltering sky

We have this strange obsession

You have the means in your possession

We want our tea in the sahara with you

The young man agreed

He would satisfy their need

So they danced for his pleasure

With a joy you could not measure

They would wait for him here

The same place every year

Beneath the sheltering sky

Across the desert he would fly

The sky turned to black

Would he ever come back?

They would climb a high dune

They would pray to the moon

But he’d never return

So the sisters would burn

As their eyes searched the land

With their cups full of sand