Oh my, my, my-

In a dusty caravan

Was a girl with a golden tan

And she asked me if I was headed to the east

I politely stepped a side and said I did not need a ride

That I'd rather take my chances with the heat

Well, when she turned and walked away

I saw my big mistake

There were jewels on her body oh-so-rare

Had it been another day I just might have rode away

With that woman riding off to God-knows-where

So the years they came and went

And found me living in a tent

Far above a little marble stream

And it may have been the light that shone out through the night

That attracted the hand scratching on my screen

When I cautiously looked out through the night

There was no doubt

That the owner of that hand was that girl

So I bid her do come in

And I'll open up a tin

If you'll tell me 'bout your trip around the world

Well, she said,