Buddha 1919

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 4 Dec 2009
2009

In an oriental clime
seated on a mystic shrine,
Buddha dwells and dispels hate.
Came a maid, to him one day,
with a troubled heart, they say,
She was told he controlled fate.
"Oh, Buddha, list to my plea,
I bring my troubled heart to thee,
so won't you please tell me..."

Buddha, does he really love me,
Buddha, is he thinking of me,
at each dawn I'm awaking,
and I find my heart still breaking,
Buddha with the poppies blooming,
he said he'd come back to me,
Buddha, can't you discover,
my heart cries, there's another,
Buddha, with your mystic power,
Buddha, take this faded flower
I know he'll understand
and ease my sad heart, why?
Oh, why did he say goodbye?
Buddha listen to my plea,
bring him back to me.

Buddha, does he really love me,
Buddha, is he thinking of me,
at each dawn I'm awaking,
and I find my heart still breaking,
Buddha with the poppies blooming,
he said he'd come back to me,
Buddha, can't you discover,
my heart cries, there's another,
Buddha, with your mystic power,
Buddha, take this faded flower
I know he'll understand
and ease my sad heart, why?
Oh, why did he say goodbye?
Buddha listen to my plea,
bring him back to me.

Time changed quickly into years
still no word from him she hears,
but each day,
she would pray low.
When her savings all were spent,
magic messages were sent,
she enthused at the news so.
I came from far, far away,
while those near heard her softly say:
"Now, won't you please tell me..."

Buddha, does he really love me,
Buddha, is he thinking of me,
at each dawn I'm awaking,
and I find my heart still breaking,
Buddha with the poppies blooming,
he said he'd come back to me,
Buddha, can't you discover,
my heart cries, there's another,
Buddha, with your mystic power,
Buddha, take this faded flower
I know he'll understand
and ease my sad heart, why?
Oh, why did he say goodbye?
Buddha listen to my plea,
bring him back to me.

Buddha, does he really love me,
Buddha, is he thinking of me,
at each dawn I'm awaking,
and I find my heart still breaking,
Buddha with the poppies blooming,
he said he'd come back to me,
Buddha, can't you discover,
my heart cries, there's another,
Buddha, with your mystic power,
Buddha, take this faded flower
I know he'll understand
and ease my sad heart, why?
Oh, why did he say goodbye?
Buddha listen to my plea,
bring him back to me.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Buddha 1919
Music by Lew Pollack
Lyrics by Ed Rose
© MCMXIX by McCarthy & Fisher Inc. - N.Y.City
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 4 December 2009 at 12.21
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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