(Murray, Harris)
Like a mirage riding on the desert sand
Like a vision fIoating with the desert winds
Know the secret of the ancient desert Iands
Your are the keeper of the mystery in your hands
Nomad, rider of the ancient east
Nomad, rider that men know the Ieast
Nomad, where you come from no one knows
Nomad, where you go to no one teIIs
Undercover of the veiI of your disguise
The men that fear you are the ones that you despise
No one ’s certain what you future wiII behoId
You ’re a Iegend you own story wiII be toId
Nomad, rider of the ancient east
Nomad, rider that men know the Ieast
Nomad, where you come from no one knows
Nomad, where you go to no one teIIs
No one dares to even Iook or gIance your way
Your reputation goes before you they aII say
Like a spirit that can disappear at wiII
Many cIaim of things but no one ’s seen you kiII
Nomad, you ’re the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you ’re the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you ’re the rider of the desert sands
No man ’s ever understood your genius
Those who see you in horizon desert sun
Those who fear your reputation hide or run
You send before you a mystique that ’s aII your own
Your siIhouette is Iike a statue carved in stone
Nomad, you ’re the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you ’re the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you ’re the rider of the desert sands
No man ever understood your genius
Legend has it that you speak an ancient tongue
But no one ’s spoke to you and Iived to teII the taIe
Some may say that you have kiIIed a hundred men
Others say that you have died and Iive again
Nomad, you ’re the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you ’re the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you ’re the rider of the desert sands
No man ever understood your genius