Classic Poem

The people of Mahomet
In desert places dwell,
The palm tree is their fortress,
Their citadel a well;
Once in their lives so lonely,
They shall one city view —
Mecca! Mecca! Mecca!
We pilgrims long for you!

(Repeat Chorus.)

We Arabs love to circle
Around the Caravan,
Our hearts are ever social,
We love our fellow-man,
But Ishmael, our father,
No habitation knew;
Mecca! Mecca! Mecca!
We pilgrims long for you!

Mahomet's mighty pity
His lonely people gave
One chance to see a city,
Around his holy grave, —
O, ope the golden wonder!
The city let us view!
Mecca! Mecca! Mecca!
We pilgrims long for you!