From Ethiopia and to Jerusalem, Golden Gate
And her heart is on a camel, royally a quarrel
She wear a scarf upon her face
She told me that my servant and my soldiers
Was so bright and strong
Long to see, belong to me
She want to be old King Solomon's face
Prepare a savoury dish for her to taste
Later on, in the night
She take the water from her place
And never rest, she died
She wouldn't have known Serena