Beneath the Saharan moon we tread softly oh so slow
Through dunes of gold and silver where the desert winds blow
In the heart of Maghreb where the gnawa's tune doth flow
In the city of Casablanca where the nomad's spirit glow
In the echo of the night we dance under the starlight's gleam
In the rhythm of the land our hearts ignite with passion's dream
Desert Dance under the moon's soft glow
In Marrakech's vibrant bazaars our stories take flight and grow
With the hypnotic tune of the gnawa beneath the moon's gentle beam
In Casablanca's ancient lanes we chase the wind's soft gleam
Desert Dance beneath the Sahara's glow
In the heart of the desert our eternal grace we know