Come, daughter of Judael
Tether thy flock
Let us go into the desert
walk upon the hot stones
A string of rubies I shall give thee
to place upon thy sun-browned throat
Scarves of silk I shall make thee
to replace thy cotton robes
Links of gold I shall shape thee
to place around thy sandy ankles
A gift of love I shall grant thee
to light thy starless nights
Come, daughter of Judael
Tether thy flock
Let us go into the desert
walk upon the hot stones