ZENOBIA A True Story Zenobia was a Princess! Daughter of a Sheik! Wild as the shifting sands
ZENOBIA   
 A True Story

Zenobia was a Princess!                                           	   Daughter of a Sheik!                                                         Wild as the shifting sands                                                      

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ZENOBIA A True Story Zenobia was a Princess! Daughter of a Sheik! Wild as the shifting sands

Zenobia was a Rider. Such again there's never been She'd ride her racing white Camel Faster than the wind! When she was grown She married a Prince

A Bedouin she was then. By his side she flashed her sword; They'd share the lands they'd win. Soon the silver Moon Looked down on Joy! And loud Arabian song! For their riches grew as their Kingdom grew

So proud! So tall! So strong! They had a city like a dream; A fortress like a home With rugs and spices, Things so rare It reached the ears of Rome!

Only Rome could have those things! Only Caesar such a trove! So he sent a thundering troop. Against Zenobia they strove! The first attack was small and young.

And easy to repel: Her sword flashed cold, Her Camel charged; A thousand bodies fell! A thousand Men stained red those sands In but a single night.

For the troops of Zenobia Were fierce and strong And the Bedouins won that fight! So mad Caesar tried again! TEN THOUSAND TROOPS WERE SENT! Across the shimmering BURNING sands! rent. Soon all the riches of a Sheik! All the riches fair!

Soon Zenobia's power was rent. All the riches fair! All the curtains! All the gold! All the incense in the air! All was fallen! Fallen! FALLEN! To the dust and to the sands!

What was once the richest city Now was only barren lands! For Rome was POWER and Rome was GREED! They'd never allow defeat! Soon only Zenobia remained uncaught

To make their take complete! Zenobia upon her Camel raced Away across the sands Five days and nights without stopping Over the HOWLING, empty lands! With the gleaming Nile in sight

And a boat upon the banks; She spurred her heaving Camel on With blows across its flanks! It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w...

So the Romans won the race! The Ghost of Zenobia now rides Over the wild and windy sands! Over the fallen temple tombs! Over the sad and sobbing lands! THUNDERING across those Shimmering Away across the sands Five days and nights without stopping Over the HOWLING, empty lands! With the gleaming Nile in sight And a boat upon the banks; She spurred her heaving Camel on With blows across its flanks!

ruins! Those ruins that were her home! Calling calling for an army! CALLING FOR AN ARMY! To fight against proud Rome!

Those ruins that were her home! Calling calling for an army! CALLING FOR AN ARMY! To fight against proud Rome!

Those ruins that were her home! Calling calling for an army! CALLING FOR AN ARMY! To fight against proud Rome!

With blows across its flanks! It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w... So the Romans won the race!

The Ghost of Zenobia now rides Over the wild and windy sands! Over the fallen temple tombs! Over the sad and sobbing lands! THUNDERING across those Shimmering ruins! Those ruins that were her home! Calling calling for an army! CALLING FOR AN ARMY! To fight against proud Rome!

It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w... So the Romans won the race!

With blows across its flanks! It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w... So the Romans won the race!

The Ghost of Zenobia now rides Over the wild and windy sands! Over the fallen temple tombs! Over the sad and sobbing lands! roud Rome!

THUNDERING across those Shimmering ruins! Those ruins that were her home! Calling calling for an army! CALLING FOR AN ARMY! To fight against proud Rome!

With blows across its flanks! It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w... So the Romans won the race!

With blows across its flanks! It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w... So the Romans won the race!

The Ghost of Zenobia now rides Over the wild and windy sands! Over the fallen temple tombs! To fight against proud Rome!

Over the sad and sobbing lands! THUNDERING across those Shimmering ruins! Those ruins that were her home! Calling calling for an army! CALLING FOR AN ARMY!

To fight against proud Rome!

With blows across its flanks! It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w... So the Romans won the race!

With blows across its flanks! It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w... So the Romans won the race!

The Ghost of Zenobia now rides Over the wild and windy sands! Over the fallen temple tombs! Over the sad and sobbing lands! THUNDERING across those Shimmering ruins! Those ruins that were her home! Calling calling for an army! CALLING FOR AN ARMY! To fight against proud Rome!

And a boat upon the banks; She spurred her heaving Camel on With blows acro

With blows across its flanks! It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w... So the Romans won the race!

The Ghost of Zenobia now rides Over the wild and windy sands! Over the fallen temple tombs! Over the sad and sobbing lands! THUNDERING across those Shimmering ruins! Those ruins that were her home! Calling calling for an army! CALLING FOR AN ARMY! To fight against proud Rome!

With blows across its flanks! It seemed at last though tired she was That she would win the chase; But the Owner of the boat was s l o w... So the Romans won the race!

The Ghost of Zenobia now rides Over the wild and windy sands! Over the fallen temple tombs! Over the sad and sobbing lands! THUNDERING across those Shimmering ruins! Those ruins that were her home! Calling calling for an army! CALLING FOR AN ARMY!

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