He loves the shake of the tambourine
That one-handed drum of old,
Held by a beautiful pair of hands,
The eyes, bold

Yet youth, as in ancient days,
The dark-eyed beauties there,
Could take your very breath away--
Leave you floating in the air!

Tambourine, the tambourine!
With the jungles at the side,
You know, he never heard one shake--
Maybe before he dies.

Tambourine, O Tambourine!
An old, old dream of his,
To hear tambourine--or so it seemed--
And keep that dream alive!