Song of India

歌詞

Sunday evening Standing on the balcony, Scenes of India Slowly pass in front of me Telling me a story of another time Do you see The winds a changing The dusty sky of rusty red Is swirling round the Neem tree. Children wander Searching for their destiny Looking up to strangers In a silent plea Taking me back centuries to another time Do you see The winds a changing? The mango rains are coming soon To wash the dusty Neem tree. Silence Golden Lost time Song of India Golden Silence Time lost Song of India