Marching onward following our dream of a land in the sand It's a land where nothings what it seems filled with gold like tales of old So we trek over mountainous dunes but we'll find the oasis and soon Or end up crawling looking like a ghost As we caravan in search of the Arabian Coast! Ride the desert wind soaring far and wide Over cities and camps rubbing magical lamps ond on the clouds we'll glide Blow on desert winds beneath the starlight's glow On Arabian coast with a genie as host then into legend we'll go Ride the desert wind soaring far and wide Over cities and camps rubbing magical lamps ond on the clouds we'll glide Blow on desert winds beneath the starlight's glow On Arabian coast with a genie as host then into legend we'll go To a palace's throne and to places unknown We will battle with ease all those forty odd thieves and into legend we'll go