Afghanistan

In the land of Afghanistan There’s a Hindu maid and a man She swore by the stars up above her That he was the one to love her But there came another one day Stole his Hindu maiden away Hindu man is lonely and blue In his dreams he’s calling to her

Chorus In Afghanistan, there’s a caravan By the fair oasis waiting for you And for you only Cross the desert sand we will find a temple There will be a bridal day for you my idol In Afghanistan

All the wealth of Afghanistan Cannot ease the heart of this man Tho’ the stars with splendor are shining Hindu’s heart can’t stop it’s pining Though he’s trying hard to forget He has hopes and dreams of her yet Thinking that she’ll come back some day To his idol he keeps praying