From the recording South Austin Swing
The moon shining bold and bright
Illuminates my Istanbul nights
She is looking at me
With those far-seeing eyes that reach my soul
Take me where you will
If a sigh should escape
My dry and fevered lips
Who will hear?
None but her
My soul rises up
Higher than the minarets we see
Etched against the sky
The night breezes blow
From Asia down the Bosporous to me
They whisper "Time is all we have"