Sultan king cruel majestynOrdered that his women dienA single night this for all his wivesnTakes his pleasure then their livesnAnd so for many days with the dawnnThe sultan had his waynWives were put to deathnHis name on their dying breathnThen one day as the evening camenSultan sends for him a wifenChoose her well charms I wish to seenBring her, send her in to menThen came scheherazade to his sidenAnd her beauty shonenLike a flower grownnGentle as he'd ever knownnScheherazade bewitched himnWith songs of jeweled keysnPrinces and of heroesnAnd eastern fantasiesnTold him tales of sultansnAnd talismans and ringsnA thousand and one nights she sangnTo entertain her kingnShe sings, scheherazade, scheherazade, etcnthe young prince and the young princess as told by scheherazade nAnd you would cause the sun to see your lightnAnd then be shamednYou cover darkness with a thousand secret flamesnWith your love, oh my love, oh my love, my lovenAnd I would cause the winds to blow a hundred different daysnAnd bring the perfumes of the gardens of the waysnOf your love, oh my love, oh my love, my lovenCrystal and the clay, nights and the daysnAll on the prince's sealnEagle of the sky, lion of the earthnThis is what the seal is worth, what the seal is worthnHolds all of the dreams of a mannTapestries, wishes of man, pictures and visions of mannThe spirit of the soul of the mannAnd he would vow to love her for the rest of all his daysnthe festivalnSheherazade this day is yoursnThe bearers of your gifts now all around you standnThe finest silk made in the landnIs waiting for your choicenIt shimmers at your handnSheherazade your life is onenYou have today the sultan's lovenThe people watch you step into the sunnStalls and bars of every kindnFood piled high on woven leaves for all to eatnDrums and flutes at every turnnThe music winding, twisting through the crowded streetsnCaravans from far away bring people laughingnPeople come to see the sultan in baghdad todaynScheherazade her name is knownnHer tale is toldnThe sultan let her life be sparednThe festival begins this daynTo celebrate her famenThe people sing her praisenStories sung, the crowds are dancingnTo the music and the entertainment all the voices singnThe people call to see the kingnThe sultan smilesnHis story just begunnThe sultan and sheherazade are onenScheherazade, scheherazadenShe told him tales of sultans and talismans and ringsnA thousand and one nights she sang to entertain her kingnShe sings, scheherazade, sheherazade, scheherazade, etc.