Inshallah, you said.

And I want to trust in that.

As another dune rolls beneath,

I can't see home from here.

And you carried me through the Saharan sea,

carried me on your back.

The fields of barley sway like the ocean,

the kasbah coughs echoes and dust.

And the camels all have gone,

and the camels all have gone.

And you carried me over the bone-dry sand,

carried me on your back.

There's life in me now

that will never see light,

but none of that matters now.

The storm makes a sky like milk.

And you carried me through the sirocco,

carried me on your back.

Do not go back for the bangles I drop,

because I won't need them there.

And the children all have gone,

and the children all have gone.

And you carried me to the oasis to sleep,

carried me on your back.