I Prepared Him Honey

I prepared for him honey… his body returned to me
Farewell O’ my Qassim… farewell O’ my Qassim

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I lit for him a candle… whilst his horse he would saddle
A soldier, not a groom… a soldier, not a groom

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I prepared ink for his hands… washed it, the blood of these sands
And with blood it washed him… and with blood it washed him

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My face wanted a smile… this land wanted my wails
I sang a painful hymn… I sang a painful hymn

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I had purchased for him gold… his gold to the swords he sold
And with it sold my dream… and with it sold my dream

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I had chosen him a bride… he was her honour and pride
On her hopes his blood streams… on her hopes his blood streams

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My candle, he had left it… and taken Hassan’s helmet
And left my tears to stream… and left my tears to stream

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Honey for Qassim I’d poured… he left it and took his sword
Off to death with a grin… off to death with a grin

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(Karbala – 21/11/12)

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