Voyagers look at the sands
To them these are wonderful lands
They look at them in diff’rent ways
They wish they could do that for days

An Arab togged in his white dashda
Is glad he’s his children’s beloved pa
He’s pott’ring around in his strong SUV
To prepare for his guests cups of peppermint tea

The sea – there’s no doubt – may just vary much more
And sands – that’s the truth – never will come ashore
But whatever the undoubted truth then may be
Sands form the desert and waters the sea

(A ‚dashda‘ is a long white Arab men’s dress in Oman.)