There was a tailor who worked in Kabul
He worked in Kabul worked in Kabul
There was a tailor who worked in Kabul
His cloth was cut so fine

His young nephew named Akber
Named Akber named Akber
His young nephew named Akber
Watched as the needle he plied

Many years later the nephew he left
The nephew he left nephew he left
Many years later the nephew he left
And to Sydney town did fly

His Afghan home was torn by war
Torn by war torn by war
His Afghan was torn by war
Staying he would have died

He trained as a doctor to help the sick
To help the sick help the sick
He trained as a doctor to help the sick
And skin was his specialty

And he starts to suture my leg
Suture my leg suture my leg
And he starts to suture my leg
With steady hand and eye

He pulls my cut together again
Together again together again
He pulls my cut together again
With uncle-like stitches nine

Two generations who could sew
Who could sew who could sew
Two generations who could sew
Both doing work so fine

How lucky for us Akber lives here
Yes he lives here oh he lives here
How lucky for us Akber lives here
His healing skills to apply

© 2023 Tony Smith

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Dr Tony Smith is a former academic who now spends time busking and writing songs and reviews. He lives in the bush in the NSW Central West.