Desert shadows creep across the sand Natives kneel in prayer by their caravan They're silhouetted under an eastern star I see my long lost love, son of Shenandoah. You, Misirlou, are the moon and the sun, there is one All gentle bells are calling across the sand We'll find our kismet, answering love's demand. You, Misirlou, are a dream of delight in the night To an oasis, sprinkled by stars above, Heaven will guide us, Allah will bless our love. Ah ah ah...