From the din and disdain of my own city,
Methinks I have become so dull and silly,
Ah! beyond the shades of this tall maple tree,
May there be my small and sweet home.
Where the day is thankful for the sunshine,
And the night brings peace, love and tranquility.
Where Gulah is singing with flora in shades of pine,
And dew is shining on the leaves of the grass.
Where the oriental air is playing music fine,
And the gentle moon is upon her emas throne.
Where the champak buds are yielding a sweet
Wine through with the sun's attractions.
Oh, coquetry sparrows be your songs a peace
To my soul, O handsome birds
On golden
Shores of the live stream, give me a living dream.
And hold a course on this thanksgiving Eve.
My yearning! come live with me, O stars
Above governing our conditions fill well my angelic
Dream, be your smile a shining
light
In my eyes and my days, song style.
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