he was the sultan of samarcand
he had a harem of dancing girls at his command
he owned all the eye could see
something was wrong, he wasn´t happy
and then it happened much to his surprise
the loveliest woman he´d ever seen
he asked her name and she replied
scheherazade

she was the daughter of the grand vizier
a real beauty with the heart of gold, she was so sincere
she made a date with destiny
marry the king, make him happy

he was enchanted on their wedding night
just a captive under her spell
spending a thousand and one arabian nights

all of his body tingled with delight
hearing the stories she loved to tell
she was a vision, such a lovely sight
scheherazade

he made a promise on the morning star
he would change, throw away his scimitar
so she came to stay
and that´s the why the story goes
until this very day