Songwriter - Chappell Holt
Chappell Holt - Guitar & Vocals
Dave Holt - Keyboards & Vocals
Lyrics
Flurries of sand and wind sway from dune to dune.
Mesmerizing mirages arise like cobras to a piper’s tune.
A lizard scurries on the shifting sands,
His trail quickly blows away.
A desert creature knows his way,
Knows his way without leaving a trace.
Tracing lines on the desert face, tracing lines from the squinting sun.
White veils and robes caress the cheek, caress the breeze in billowing folds.
Crystalline eyes of the bluest blue, coolest hue,
Peer from under shaded lids.
The desert teaches obedience,
She’s a betrayer to the weak.
Chorus: “Has he learned yet?” ask the Winds.
“He can travel far without water,” reply the Bedouins.
“Ah, but he is such a fool!
He’s mastered thirst for water,
He’s deceived by the power,
And betrayed by the vastness.”
Bodies bend with the camel’s pace, knees slung over saddle horns.
Traveling single file to conceal their numbers to be easily traced.
A fair man who leads daggers to war?
Blue eyes flash among black eyes!
The desert embraces none but her own,
Her oasis beguiles the weak.
Chorus: “Has he learned yet?” ask the Sands.
“He knows how to slay with his hands,” reply the Nomads,
“Ah, but he is still the Fool!
Disregarding life to draw blood,
He is deceived by the power,
Of the peoples who love to roam free,
Who roam free...ooooh.”
Flurries of sand and wind sway from dune to dune.
Mesmerizing mirages arise like cobras to a piper”s tune...