Another version; lyrics copied from The Boy Choir & Soloist Directory:

ON WINGS OF SONG
Translated by Paul England (1864-1932)

On wings of song I'll bear thee, To those fair Asian lands,
Where the broad wave of the Ganges Flows on through its flowery strands.
For there in a roseate garden, Where the moon-charmed breeze is dumb,
Thy lovely kin, the lotus, Wait till their sister come.
The lovely lotus are waiting Until their sister come.

The violets whisper together, And gaze on the starlit skies,
Tenderly swaying, the roses Will mingle their perfumed sighs.
Over the leaves come leaping The soft-eyed 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, Stretch'd on the breathing flow'rs,
We'll drink the love-laden silence, And dream through blissful hours.
And dream through blissful hours, dream through the hours!

[Sheet music for this version can be seen at the website of Indiana University.}