Words and Music by William Wilander and Harry Donnelly
Copyright 1920 Gilbert & Friedland Inc.
In the lad 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.
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,
All the wealth of Afghanistan
Cannot ease the heart of this man
Tho’ the stars with splendor are shining
Hindu’s hear 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.