Where I lived as in a dream
Where the elders prayed and the children played
By the mountainside and stream
As I waved goodbye from the riverside
It was too much to take in
I could see the place, and imagine the face
Of the young Tibetan God-King
It's a bad old wind, should no good begin
From a hurt that has been done
When the line was crossed and the land was lost
Oh, the holy exiled ones
As I waved goodbye from the riverside
It was too much to take in
I could see the place, and imagine the face
Of the young Tibetan God-King
I can hear the cry of the geese that fly
Between the mountain and the moon
And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow
Are carried like a haunting tune
As I waved goodbye from the riverside
It was too much to take in
I could see the place, and imagine the face
Of the young Tibetan God-King
There's an ancient place, it's a city of grace Where I lived as in a dream Where the elders prayed and the children played By the mountainside and stream As I waved goodbye from the riverside It was too much to take in I could see the place, and imagine the face Of the young Tibetan God-King It's a bad old wind, should no good begin From a hurt that has been done When the line was crossed and the land was lost Oh, the holy exiled ones As I waved goodbye from the riverside It was too much to take in I could see the place, and imagine the face Of the young Tibetan God-King I can hear the cry of the geese that fly Between the mountain and the moon And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow Are carried like a haunting tune As I waved goodbye from the riverside It was too much to take in I could see the place, and imagine the face Of the young Tibetan God-King Explain Request ×
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