"La caravane, lentement, chemine; les hommes cramponnés à leur selle ne parlent plus. Bercée au pas égal et balancé de ta monture, tu
t'abandonnes, mieux aimée, te laissant délicieusement pénétrer de
l'universel embrassement..."
Night and stars above that shine so bright
The mystery of their fading light
That shines upon our caravan
Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sand so I may keep
The memory of our caravan
This is so exciting
You are so inviting
Resting in my arms
As I thrill to the magic charms
Of you beside me here beneath the blue
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert caravan.
Irving Mills,
The mystery of their fading light
That shines upon our caravan
Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sand so I may keep
The memory of our caravan
This is so exciting
You are so inviting
Resting in my arms
As I thrill to the magic charms
Of you beside me here beneath the blue
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert caravan.
Irving Mills,
parolier de "Caravan"
