t must have been cold there in the mountains,
Your forebears grew long and silky coats.
Through rocky passes they would roam,
Mountain and desert both were home.

So man found them there in all their glory,
Later he bred ones of great fame,
With beautiful faces, topknot framed,
That dark-eyed expression so untamed,

Did you ever know that you're an Afghan,
And ev'rything you were bred to be?
I look at you, and I see eagles,
'Cause you are the wind across the plains.

You never appear to go unnoticed,
For you are so won'drous to behold.
I know with strangers you're aloof (of course I know it),
But your deep devotion needs no proof,

Did you ever know that you're an Afghan,
And ev'rything you were bred to be?
I look at you, and I see eagles,
'Cause you are the wind across the plains.

Did I ever tell you you're an Afghan?
You're ev'rything, ev'rything,
You were bred to be.
I look at you, and I see eagles,
'Cause you are the wind across the plains.

Oh, the wind across the plains...

Run... run... run away,
You can outrace the winds!
Oh, run... run... run fast across the sands,
So fast you almost take to flight.
Thank you, thank you,
Thank Allah for you,
The wind across the plains.

Lesley L. Peterson