Lyrics:

Two miles east of the Nile, near the cattle ground which is five miles 'round
Treasure is found hiding in a hideaway
There is gold, riches, exotic wines buried beneath the triangle shrines
And though the pharaohs are dead, the ruby bed is shining in red
Carry me to Cairo
Carry me unto the riches of old
Richer than the treasure is a story that's true
The brother, small, who ruled them all
And wh?n the famine came, th?y Pharaoh gave him everything
They stuck him in a hole, they sold him away to a caravan that passed that day
And though they sold him for dead, they were at his feet, begging for bread
Carry me to Cairo
Carry me unto the riches of old
Carry me, oh, to Cairo
I said, carry me unto the stories of old
Carry me to Cairo