The Camel

Don’t stop don’t stop my westbound friend

Until you get to that deserted den

Carry on carry on my stranger friend

Until you get to that withdrawn land



Where the oasis turns yellow

And the meandering river

Comes roaring against the ancient rock

That abuts the temple of prehistoric fame



Leave your mark over the thorniest of land

And those irregularities of the ocean of sand

Which have survived

The ravages of an untold saga



Of whispers and murmurs

Of that charlatan charmer

Who walked on the lane of forgotten chants

And goaded winds to the beholden land



He who promised and promised a lot

That the river would flow here

Young and strong

And trees would grow here

Tall and green



Forget those stories of hope and despair

Of endless promises and unfortunate failures

Forget it forget it o ravening wanderer

Forget that you have reasons to mourn

For there will be none that you will be known



Tread the path to that unbeaten land

Gyrate your ways through the searing sand

Until you get to that deserted den

Until you get to that wondrous land

Don’t stop don’t stop my wandering friend