The red hot sun beat down on the ground In the Market Place only the sound Of the bustling, shuffling, crowded streets, The Vendors shouting: disbelief On the hidden faces of purdah grief look on... Mangy dogs running through the legs of The throng a thousand fold no less. There's a tearoom cafe where on the day The old men gather reminisce of Times they knew in their distant past look on... Remember the days when we were young, The sign of our youth was the rising sun You and I were young enough To have no cares of our own, But the years hit hard and the time went fast, Now the circles turned full tide...