Afghan Woman

[Verse 1] Afghan woman, deemed a princess Born a true blue thoroughbred Head a chiselled face of fables Omen of no ill [Verse 2] Hills that spread around your chamber Blooms that twine around your ears Blossoms of the royalest texture angel of the years [Verse 3] Clad in sacks and scraps of linen Living 'neath your waterwell Praying that my youthy pauper's face Will quench you well [Verse 4] Gazelle girl striding through your palace Precious jewels nestle in your hair Rameses born with platinum future Take my heart and care