Louis Armstrong - Dardanella lyrics

Oh, sweet Dardanella I love your harem eyes I'm a lucky fellow to capture such a prize Oh, Allah knows my love for you And he tells you to be true, Dardanella Oh, hear my sigh, my Oriental Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine There'll be one girl in my harem when you're mine We'll build a tent Just like the children of the Orient Oh, sweet Dardanella My star of love divine Down beside the Dardanella Bay Where Oriental breezes play There lives a lonesome maid Armenian By the Dardanelles with glowing eyes She looks across the seas and sighs And weaves her love spell so sirenian Soon I shall return to Turkestan I will ask for her heart and hand Oh, sweet Dardanella I love your harem eyes I'm a lucky fellow to capture such a prize Oh, Allah knows my love for you And he tells you to be true, Dardanella Oh, hear my sigh, my Oriental Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine There'll be one girl in my harem when you're mine We'll build a tent Just like the children of the Orient