On wings of song far sailing,
To distant lands we'll go,
there a dreamland unveiling,
We'll wend where the Ganges flow,
A garden with fair roses laden
lies bathed in moonlight clear
The Lotus flowers awaken,
To greet their sister, dear.

The Lotus flowers awaken,
To greet their sister, dear


The nodding violets unbending
disclose fond secrets of love.
Roses sweet perfume are sending
to hail the bright stars above.
Then, soft, in covet hiding,
the shy gazelle will be.
The river slowly gliding
flows out to meet the sea.

The river slowly gliding
flows out to meet the sea.


And there, 'neath the palms reclining,
so free from the world we'll seem.
All earthly cares entwining
shall fade away in dream.
Shall fade,
shall fade,
shall fade away in dream.