If I could learn but one small part,
of what my friend George knows
of Egypt’s past,
then I should be a happy man.
And if I could understand the golden thread,
of how my brother Mohamed lives his life,
with so much kindness and respect,
then I should be content.
The heat, the haggle matter not,
With so much richness all around.
Near the paradise that is the Nile,
A second home we’ve found.
Adel will make a home from home,
at Villa Sharooq, our special place,
We think ahead of times to come,
As friendship makes its case,
Our family at Bedouin Lodge,
have left a mark upon my heart.
To eat and drink with them once more,
Like we’ve never been apart.
To hear their stories round the fire,
Will lift my spirit once again,
We’ll take a cup of Luxor tea,
And fill our hearts desire.
And Mr Haggag, kind and sweet,
Will welcome us with open arms.
The soul of Egypt’s love complete,
As we are captured by its charms.
Antar the ferryman,
a wise and honoured one,
will greet us both with Luxor grace,
His son Eslam will beckon us,
a smile upon his face.
They carry us across the Nile,
With kindness in a timeless smile.
And when we come to cross again,
I shall be that happy man.