Carry me back to Old Morocco

Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people

You made a song disappear
I was hearing in my head
Now the cactuses are talking
And I sleep in the wind
I was really getting there
Then you came and all was bare

Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people

I was really almost there
Pulling handfuls of white hair
From the surface of the moon
You said you'd come back soon
But it's too late, it's too late

Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people

I was choking on the fish I ate for dinner
It was good while it lasted
I should've fasted
I almost had it yesterday
A song tied up my ankles
Couldn't walk, couldn't wiggle
'Til you came along
Untied the song
And let its long golden fingers grasp the wind
It was good while it lasted
It was good while it lasted

Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people