Alas, babylon

The caravan breaks camp at dawn.
Camels groan
merchants move on
a cord of color cuts across the sand
to market in an ancient land.

Gardens flower temples tower greeting dawn in Babylon.
Gardens flower temples tower there is song in Babylon.

The market buzzes all day long
the harried housewife hurries on
through cheers and curses, a cacophony of tongues
bargains end and day is done.

The desert night, a thousand tales,
a million stars, and seven veils
the incense spreads to towers high above
where worshipers make love

Gardens flower temples tower, greeting dawn in Babylon.
Gardens flower temples tower there is song in Babylon.

Stars are the gem stones of the night
the bull horn moon moves into sight.
The storyteller stops a thousand tales
to watch the dance of seven veils.

The desert night, a thousand tales,
a million stars, and seven veils
The rivers murmur, "Alas, Babylon,
Your innocence is gone."

People cower rockets shower tons of bombs on Babylon.
Toppled towers hide the flowers hear the guns in Babylon

The TV spotlight, sirens wail,
a million mine fields, flesh impaled
By rulers murdered. Alas, Babylon,
your innocence is gone.

Gardens flowered temples towered there was song in Babylon.