Afghanistan

AFGHANISTAN Afghanistan . . . I have clenched my fists on Afghan soil Many days spent on it's hard labour toil My eyes are blinded, by a sun so bright Then I seeking refuge from a cold night Afghanistan . . . My thoughts are of this pleasant land Where children run play hand in hand Here peace prevails, and women sing As to mothers skirts, the infants cling Afghanistan . . . Men as sit about, debating the day through Putting wrongs to right as only men can do This country, this watan, their place of birth Such land of beauty and a thousand worth’s Indiana Shaw . . .