Оригинален текст
Red, rolling, wee desert fly
Shoot the breeze
Sun-blistered town
Gecko runs and dogs howl
Blue rocking-chair
Shadows hang
No one there
Where'd you go?
To my bed
'Tis I you wed
Red, rolling, wee desert fly
Shoot the breeze
Sun-blistered town
Gecko runs and dogs howl
Blue rocking-chair
Shadows hang
No one there
Where'd you go?
To my bed
'Tis I you wed