A Green Place of Shade, Cool Water and Hasheesh
In the oasis of Bilal Hakim Al-Khazier hashish grows
Beneath date palms swayin’ in the hot desert breeze
Aside papyrus and lemon, orange, olive and fig trees
The ancient an’ sacred grass of the Arabs is irrigated
The small lake has healing shiny azul crystal waters
A boon to the nomad to water his camels and goats
The Bedouin prunes and drys cannabis Arabica flora
He sits in the shade of sand dunes and imbibes hash
Hookah ready, assembled and filled with cool water
The blazing charcoal is added to huge nugs of resin
Bilal surrounded by his brothers inhales hash smoke
He chuggs back clouds of smoke, exhaling pot fume
Pungent scented billows of hashish smog rise high
The brethren of desert companions are full or reverie
Intoxicated on potent hashish, banter and stories told
The chirp of song birds could be heard loudly echoing
A veritable feast was shared amongst the stoned men
The hookah was replenished and set light to once more
The hash smokin’ jovially continued to the small hours
The oasis was a lush green paradice offering shelter
The sacred sticky grass of Arabs always grew here
For a millennium nomads had stopped by to relax
The oasis of Bilal Al-Khazier a well kept secret place
A clandestine location of prized herb, dates, and water
The best destination t’ stop smoke, drink, eat and pray
