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 [bad word] 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