When I am under spiritual attack
My Nubian Queen you always have my back

you are my lighthouse in every storm
that sees me back home safe and warm

When my money's short and my bills are long
you help me to stay strong

in a world so cold
your love feels like cashmere to my soul

on the days I am paying my dues
I thank GOD you are my muse

When it seems like at everything  I lose
your caring heart keeps me enthused

When the grim reaper plays his final ace
I hope we can share one last embrace

in a world so cold
your love feels like cashmere to my soul

in a world so cold
your love feels like cashmere to my soul