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 Rama Rama Rama, watch me now Ah ah... Ah ah... Ah ah... Ah ah... 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 Rama Rama Rama - watch me now... Sing it... 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 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 (Ah ah) it was good while it lasted (Ah ah... Ah ah...) It was good while it lasted (Ah ah) 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 Rama Rama Rama - watch me now... 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