My sisters and I  Have this 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    We want our tea in the Sahara with you  We want our 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    Tea in the Sahara with you  Tea in the Sahara with you    The sky turned to black  Would he ever come 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 full of sand    Tea in the Sahara with you  Tea in the Sahara with you  Tea in the Sahara with you  Tea in the Sahara with you