(verso)
The queen of the Nile
She laid on her throne
And she was drifting downstream
On a barge that was burnished with g-o-ld
Royal purple the sails
So sweetly perfumed
And poor Mark Antony's
Senses were drowned
And his future was doomed
(refrão)
He was blinded by love
(verso)
Now it's no use in crying or weeping
You better lock up your soul for safe keeping
Promise me
(verso)