Flower of the Desert

One cold winter’s evening I stopped at an inn.
I met a bold captain, a leader of men.
He asked me to join him, for he was alone,
And as we sat drinking he spoke of his home.
Oh Flower of the Desert, full well may you boast,
Proud father of kingdoms, from mountain to coast,
The land of the phoenix, your works have been felt.
Oh Flower of the Desert, Atenveldt.
«When I was a young man, and still in my prime,
My life stretched before me; I’d plenty of time.
But now I’m an old man, and number my days,
And I think of my homeland that seems so far away.»
Oh Flower of the Desert, full well may you boast,
Proud father of kingdoms, from mountain to coast,
The land of the phoenix, your works have been felt.
Oh Flower of the Desert, Atenveldt.
«I've followed the wars now for many a year,
Rolled plenty of wenches, drunk an ocean of beer,
Lived my life to the fullest as a soldier must do,
But I’d trade it all freely for the Atenveldt blue.»
Oh Flower of the Desert, full well may you boast,
Proud father of kingdoms, from mountain to coast,
The land of the phoenix, your works have been felt.
Oh Flower of the Desert, Atenveldt.
The fire died to embers; he drank steadily on.
When I woke in the morning, the captain was gone.
But I think on his story wherever I bide,
What a beautiful kingdom, to inspire such pride.
Oh Flower of the Desert, full well may you boast,
Proud father of kingdoms, from mountain to coast,
The land of the phoenix, your works have been felt.
Oh Flower of the Desert, Atenveldt.