the hanging gardens of babylon
By Baker Street
Among the hanging gardens of Babylon, I held your hand, and I kissed your lips. We smiled at each other, and walked down the narrow, stone-paved streets.
The lamps from the dwellings and on the walls, cast feint light and shadows in the dark evening. Birds were still singing in the trees. Above, the heavens were filled with a myriad of bright silver stars, and the crescent moon shone white. A cool desert breeze washed through the streets and alleys.
And we went walking; we went walking, down those paved streets of Babylon. And I held your hand, and I kissed your lips.