Tim Gracyk's video: American Quartet Siam 1916 Victor 17993 music by Fred Fischer words by Howard Johnson LYRICS

American Quartet "Siam" 1916 Victor 17993 Music by Fred Fischer Words by Howard Johnson 'Cross the desert, night winds are blowing To my lonely tent I creep All the stars are you a-glowing Do you wonder why I weep? I'll be praying, dear, for your caravan To bring you straight to me When I greet you, I'll be a happy man To love you constantly, ah! Siam, I'm so lonesome where I am If you love your Omar Khayam You'll understand and Come to my Persian garden I'll ask the Gods for pardon as before the temple door we stand while hand in hand There's lots of room here on this rug of mine for two I only want my little jug of wine and you Siam, I'm so lonesome where I am You know who's waiting for you When you come from Siam