Well ... way down in ancient PersianYeah A long, long time agonWe have the story of Shirin and uh FahradnAnd I thought you might want to known'cause Shirin, pretty Shirin,nhad a real McCoy lover in her young FahradnnWell ... pretty Shirin had to live with the Shahnbut she went for a walk one daynwell there were thousands of workmen out diggin'ohnbut none dared to look her waynuntil she came to young FahradnWhose little heart had been set all aflamenHe called out Shirin, I love younand she felt loved when he called her namenOh, 'cause Shirin, pretty Shirin,nhad a real Mccoy lover in her young FahradnnWaa-oo, yeah, in her FahradnnYou see her heart had already been won -uhnbut she had to put her boy to the testnShe said See those mountains - dig me a tunnelnand I'll know you love Shirin the bestnOh yeah, 'cause Shirin, pretty Shirin,nhad a real Mccoy lover in her FahradnnOh yeah, yeah, in her FahradnnWell look, he didn't say Suppose she's kiddin'na-and he didn't say Suppose it rainsnand he didn't say A tunnel, you can't do thatnHe just started shovelin' and callin' her namenOh yeah, 'cause Shirin, oh Shirin,nhad a real Mccoy lover in her young FahradnnOh yeah, yeah, in her FahradnnEach stroke it worked a little miracleno.k. each stroke did the work of ten mennThat's right a lover McCoy this Fahradnmay not grace this grove againnOh yeah, well Shirin, pretty Shirin,nhad a real Mccoy lover in her FahradnnOh yeah, in her Fahradnnyeah,Well now the Shah by this point they were startin' to get worriednThey were thinkin' how're we gonna keep ShirinnThe advisor just said Tell Fahrad that his Shirin has diednWe won't be worried 'bout that boy againnOh yeah, Shirin, oh Shirin,nhas a real Mccoy lover in her young FahradnnOh yeah, yeah, in her FahradnnNow Fahrad believed their wordsnand he had no more to givenwell he had no way of knowingnWhere she was and he lost the will to livenOh yeah, Shirin, oh Shirin,nhad a real Mccoy lover in her FahradnnWell, when the animals saw Shirin discover a dead FahradnTheir little hearts were completely uptorenThey said Look we loved him too, Shirin,nwe thought they didn't make 'em like your boy anymorenOh yeah, Shirin, pretty Shirin,nhad a real Mccoy lover in her Fahradnnin her FahradnnWell when Shirin heard the little birds wordsnShe knew that they knew the scorenSo she just laid down by her Fahrad's sidenand she died, not yearn (80 years?) anymorenOh yeah, because Shirin, pretty Shirin,nhad a real Mccoy lover in her young FahradnnYeah, Shirin, pretty Shirinnhas a real McCoy lover in Fahrad