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.
Song of India
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.