On a little street in Singapore,
We'd meet beside a lotus-covered door,
A veil of moonlight
on her lonely face,
How pale the hands that held me in embrace.
My sails tonight are filled
with perfume of Shalimar,
And temple bells will guide me to the shore.
And then I'll hold
her in my arms, and love the way I loved before,
On a little street in Singapore.
