I remember singing this song in 6th grade. It went something like:

On wings of song I will take thee to India love we will go.
There a sweet garden I will make thee where Ganges' deep waters flow.
A garden there brightly is shining beneath the moon so clear
and lotus flowers are all pining to see there sister dear
and lotus flowers are pining to see there sister dear.

The violets whisper and thither while roses tell stories of love
eyeing the stars as they glitter and merrily twinkle above.
The freely happily ranges the gentle Willie gazelles
and in the distance Ganges flows on now hears them well
and in the distance Ganges flows on now hear them well.

This is to my best recollection.