The Desert Song

Transcribed. Ladies and gentlemen, the railroad hour. And here comes our star-studded show train. Tonight, the Association of American Railroads presents the great Sigmund Romburg operator, the Desert Song, starring Gordon MacRae and his charming guest, Mimi Benzel.

Our choir is under the direction of Norman Luboff, and the music is prepared and conducted by Carmen Drake. Yes, tonight another great musical success is brought to you What do you buy the American railroads?

The same railroads that bring you most of the food you eat, the clothes you wear, the fuel you burn, and all the other things you use in your daily life. And now here is our star, Gordon McRae.

Thank you, Marlon. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we bring you one of the great romantic operators of all time, the Desert Song. As Margot Boon-Vale, you will hear lovely Mimi Benzel.

And I sit down the mask and flowing red cape that mysterious romantic figure, the Red Shadow. The time I saw the Red Shadow. I had come to Morocco as the guest of Governor Birabona's family.

One day I was standing alone outside the fortress, and suddenly a band of rifts came galloping over the hill. Their leader wore a long red cloak in a man. And no one who saw him ride by, singing as he rode, could ever forget him.

Over the ground, there comes a song It is a drum drum drum, a foot beats in the sun It is the thunder of the shadow and its man Hiding low, it means the drift's are abroad Go comes to one you saw in the night or early morning low

If you're the red shadows for the risk for strike with a blow that brings you low And behind the floor, in the saw The sound that comes to warn you so In the night or early morning You know You must be right without hope Watching the red shadow in his band disappear over the hill

I'm afraid I don't understand your general Birribu. Where is your son, Pierre? That's what I was going to ask you. Margot tells me that yesterday it was in your palace. Also the red shadow told her very precisely, but no one saw fear arrived and no one saw him go.

What do you mean? One of my women, Azury, saw the red shadow without his mask yesterday. She recognized him, solved the riddle for me, and I am endeavoring to solve it for you. Will his son kill his father?

Will he stop? No, sure. Pierre is a red shadow. Exactly, my mother. Pierre, the red shadow. My son. Oh, my son. The red shadow is dead! The red shadow is dead! The red shadow is dead!