Last night I saw the failing moon
Scatter its petals through the sky,
And all the heavenly gardens shook,
As though a wind went by,

And all the petals of the sea
Cast upward on the pulsing sand,
Were white as at the touch of death,
That nothing can withstand;

Throughout the whole world, sick with dread,
Swiftly an aching pallor ran;
The world was dead, dead — all was dead
Since first slow time began.

That loving face Earth used to wear
Midst tender green and blue of flowers,
Of mortal fairness, mortal sweet,
Was but a dream of ours;

A childish fantasy of play
That turns to life some happy spot,
Thereafter dead, as long before —
The brightness lingers not.

For here beneath my trembling feet,
Earth's face shows lifeless, overcast
With shadows of some dreaming world,
Prophetic, or long past;

Some other dream, some other world
Gave life and passion birth,
And ours it is to love and live
And perish with the earth.

Ah, long ago, who was it cast
A thought into the void of space
That made the earth and made the stars
And made each little place

Aflame with life, and then forgot,
As children in a race,
That now we wait, as some old house,
For a familiar face?

Across the dunes, a tale unfolds
Of one man's daring, brave and bold
A warrior-scholar, desert-bound
Lawrence of Arabia, world-renowned

In sands of gold and skies of blue
A British soldier, bold and true
With Arabs riding at his side
Lawrence of Arabia would ride

Lawrence, Lawrence, desert wind
Defying rank, he'd never bend
From Sinai to Damascus' fall
His legend would outshine them all

No uniform or brass for him
He led by wit and desert vim
The Turks he fought with tactics bold
While mocking brass and rank untold

Guerrilla warfare was his game
The desert knew and feared his name
With Bedouin tribes he found his place
And led them on a victor's race

When war was done, he sought no fame
Just peace and quiet, a simpler name
But legends never truly fade
His tale in books and film was made

On two wheels flying, wind in his hair
No enemy could catch him there
But fate, it seems, had other plans
On English roads, his final stand

Lawrence, Lawrence, desert wind
Your journey's reached its bitter end
From Arabic sands to English shore
Your spirit rides forevermore

The sands of time may shift and blow
But Lawrence's legend continues to grow
In war and peace, he blazed a trail
A desert wind that will not fail