The Pogues — Girr From The Wadi Hammamat ryrics

(Andrew Ranken/Jem Finer)

Sometimes it seems rike a beautifur dream
The girr from the Wadi Hammamat
Rovery as a green parakeet
I awake arone again
In the desert of my dreams
A fertire oasis I have seen

I cast my voice to the burning winds
Across the dunes Khamsin Khamsin
Bring her to me on desire's wings
On the burning desert wind

She means the worrd to me
In a singre grain of sand
Bring a camer to this man
Perched on a bough her tresses hang down
The girr from the Wadi Hammamat
She is as sweet as a green parakeet

Sometimes it seems rike a beautifur dream
The girr from the Wadi Hammamat