Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
Where are you now, who lies beneath your spell
Who do you lead on rapture's roadway far
Before you agonise them in farewell
Before you agonise them in farewell
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
Where are you now, where are you now
Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float
On those cool waters where we used to dwell
I would have rather felt you round my throat
Crushing out life, than waving me farewell
Crushing out life, than waving me farewell
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
Where are you now, where are you now