Hindustan 1918

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 30 Apr 2010
2010

Camel trappings jingle,
Harp strings sweetly tingle,
with a sweet voice mingle,
underneath the stars;
Singing, memories are bringing,
temple bells are ringing,
calling me afar.

Hindustan
where we stopped to rest our tired caravan,
Hindustan
where the painted peacock proudly spread his fan,
Hindustan
where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand,
Hindustan
Where I met her and the world began.

Hindustan
where we stopped to rest our tired caravan,
Hindustan
where the painted peacock proudly spread his fan,
Hindustan
where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand,
Hindustan
Where I met her and the world began.

Shades of night are falling,
Nightingales are calling,
Ev'ry heart enthralling,
Underneath the stars;
Sighing, like the night wind dying
soft my heart is crying
for my love afar.

Hindustan
where we stopped to rest our tired caravan,
Hindustan
where the painted peacock proudly spread his fan,
Hindustan
where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand,
Hindustan
Where I met her and the world began.

Hindustan
where we stopped to rest our tired caravan,
Hindustan
where the painted peacock proudly spread his fan,
Hindustan
where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand,
Hindustan
Where I met her and the world began.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Hindustan 1918
by Oliver G.Wallace & Harold Weeks
© 1918 by Melody Shop
© 1928 transferred to Forster Mus.Pub.Inc. - Chicago, Ill.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 30 April 2010 at 15.15
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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