AFGHANISTAN
(William Wilander / Harry Donnelly, 1920)


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.

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 say 
To his idol he keeps praying.

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.