It was in the nighttrain in Cairo
where I found an arabian boy
whom since then never Ieft my thoughts
I Iove him
He toId me stories from his dromedary
and sang of water in oasis and rivers
he drew me pictures with magicaI Iines
I Iove him
There was spring and sun
the next day I Ieft to Iook for him
we went down the NiIe
we didn ’t need a car, just a dromedary
He went and showed me the pyramids
right by edge of Sahara sands
and his eyes Iit up by the white stones
I Iove him
By the NiIe ’s bank we waIked and sang
about Iifes joy, beauty and Iove
I feIt inspired by other foreign tongues
I Iove him
There was spring and sun
birds sung in choir when i found him
we went down the NiIe
we didn ’t need a car, just a dromedary
He Ieft me with tears in his eyes
on the raiIway station that day
aIthough Iove burned hot in my nerves
I knew I wouId never see him again
I often dream of my fair boy
and Iife is sweet when I ’m cIose to him
he has grown, as the years have passed
I Iove him
Here back in IceIand I cried in IonIiness
and searched for marks to remind me of him
I see his face in sticks and stones
I Iove him