On wings of song I'll bear thee
To those fair asian lands
Where the board wave of the ganges flows on through
It's flow'ry strands
For there in a roseate garden
Where moon charm'd breeze is dumb
Thy lovely kin the lotus
Wait till their sister come
Thy lovely lotus are waiting
Until their sister come
The violets whisper together
And gaze on the starlit skies
Tenderly swaying the roses
Will mingle with perfumed sighs
And over the leaves come leaping
The softeyed wary gazelles
And from the sacred river
A distant murmur swells
And from the sacred river
A distant murmur swells
Beneath the palm tree shadow
Stretched on the breathing flowers
We'll drink the love laden silence
And dream through blissful hours
And dream through blissful hours
Dream through the hours
