From Timbuktu to Kathmandu, I Only Long for You
I’ve seen Delhi, London, Sussex,
Been to Monte Cristo, Wessex,
I have seen the places of our time.
Cape Town was a great adventure,
I had fun in Fez and Denver,
And, of course, I’ll also say that Paris was sublime.
But of all these pretty places
There is not one that compares
To the love which I am always thinking of.
It always makes me blue, when I am away from you, so
From Timbuktu to Kathmandu,
I only long for you.
Russia just will always thrill ya’
See, from Moscow and to Vilna.
Lutzen and Nordlingen simply
Always have me singin.’
Odessa, well that’s just a mess a’
Space and place
Just like Dominga.
Though, I must admit, they’re very fine.
Cincinnati’s a malady,
Had fun in West Minster Abbey.
I walked throughout Harlem just like
I did in Jerusalem.
Ypres, Verdun, and old Bavaria
Are cold and bright and still great areas.
Los Angels may be pretty,
And it’s still a sprawling city.
But of all these pretty places
There is not one that compares
To the love which I am always thinking of.
It always makes me blue, when I am away from you, so
From Timbuktu to Kathmandu,
I only long for you.
I cannot describe Lake Eerie,
It was just too drab and dreary.
Sicily went swiftly from my mind.
Even then from Palermo and to Rio de Janeiro
Never have I felt so very fine.
Lima makes we wanna’ scream-a.’
Venice is a wondrous presence.
Dublin, is a picture to my eye.
I was not bored in Alatay,
In Dubai I would gladly stay,
Smiled wide at Asuncion,
The capital of Paraguay.
Hasankeyf and then Cambrai:
Places to have a splendid day.
Navarre was so very far,
And Rome just feels like home.
But of all these pretty places
There is not one that compares
To the love which I am always thinking of.
It always makes me blue, when I am away from you, so
From Timbuktu to Kathmandu,
I only long for you.
Madrid’s air brings anyone forth.
Who can claim they’ve crossed Khartoum North?
Laughter is so ever still
In the Republic’s Brazzaville.
I once went from Bohemia
Way down into the Crimea;
I couldn’t tell you how I laughed in Prague!
And from Niamey to Saxony
There’s an air of splendor on me.
I always wish for more
Time in Bangkok and Singapore.
And I’ve always found old Warsaw so pretty.
Tokyo makes you say “oh,
Just what a place to be,” and
The city of New York just feels so free!
But of all these pretty places
There is not one that compares
To the love which I am always thinking of.
It always makes me blue, when I am away from you, so
From Timbuktu to Kathmandu,
I only long for you.
Mumbai is a far cry,
Let me tell you, from Jaipur,
But both are places
Just so neat and pure.
I’d really like to live in Hue,
And Pailin’s nice, I’m telling you,
And let us never forget good old
Hanover.
Swingin’ into Berlin
Sure beats walking into Llorin,
Yet to Marrakesh they don’t even compare.
The Vatican has much history,
Yet I still prefer Kansas City,
And, of course,
My fond regards to
Tangier.
But of all these pretty places
There is not one that compares
To the love which I am always thinking of.
It always makes me blue, when I am away from you, so
From Timbuktu to Kathmandu,
I only long for you.
From the costal sites of Bombay,
To the deserts of Mojave,
I will happily tip my hat.
Though it’s often cold in Espoo,
It’s a pretty city, mind you.
Vilnius is stupendous.
Bruges is rather huge.
The heights are dizzying at Machu Picchu.
Santiago, Chile,
When I visit, makes me silly.
And I always want to party in Lombardy.
Everything seems jovial
When strolling through old Istanbul.
And the seas’s winds over Gwadar are so fine.
Fairfax is a pretty place, Niagara is a tourist place,
And Toronto is just across the line.
But of all these pretty places
There is not one that compares
To the love which I am always thinking of.
It always makes me blue, when I am away from you, so
From Timbuktu to Kathmandu,
I only long for you.
Yes, from Timbuktu to Kathmandu,
I only long for you!