My sisters and I
Have one 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

Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in the Sahara with you
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 [bad word] 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 still full of sand