Afghan Woman lyrics

Afghan woman, deemed a princess 
Born a true blue thoroughbred 
Head a chiselled face of fables 
Omen of no ill 

Hills that spread around your chamber 
Blooms that twine around your ears 
Blossoms of the royalest texture angel of the years 

Clad in sacks and scraps of linen 
Living 'neath your waterwell 
Praying that my youthy pauper's face 
Will quench you well 

Gazelle girl striding through your palace 
Precious jewels nestle in your hair 
Rameses born with platinum future 
Take my heart and care.