Aqaba Songtext
von June Tabor

The man lost in time and speed
Adrift in his dreaming
Wild like an Arab steed
The motorcycle flying
On past the English fields
The misty morning hedgerow
The wind in the wire wheels
A warm sirocco sighing

Aqaba, all my life
Turns on you
All my life returns to you

Out of the silent wastes
No friends, no quarter
The blood is up, the senses race
A last dawn is breaking
Over the sleeping host
The unsuspecting shadows
Grim as a desert ghost
The pale rider waiting


Aqaba, all my life
Turns on you
All my life returns to you

Now your eyes are turned from me
I shall surprise you
Turn your faces to the sea
I shall come riding
Down from the desert sands
That glorious morning
Oh, what a deadly dance
Drummed out of hiding

Aqaba, all my life
Turns on you
All my life returns to you

The poppies bobbing on the tide
The blood in the sand dunes
The sun dying in the sky
The black shades falling
Over the dead of night
The church bells tolling
The owl in his silent flight
The desert wind calling


Aqaba, all my life
Turns on you
All my life returns to you