The papers lie there helplessly, in a pile outside my door, I tried and tried, but I just can't G * The world outside is tugging like a beggar at my sleeve, Oh that's much too old a story to believe. And you know that it's taken it's share of me, Even though you take such good care of me . Now you say Morocco, and that makes me smile, G * * The dreams are rolling down across the places in my mind, And I've just had a taste of something fine. The future hides and the past just slides, Now if you see Morocco, I know you'll go in style G * * And while you're there I was hoping you might keep it in your mind, G * *