To An Unknown Friend
Where you live I dont know.
I never saw your face though
You are in me, I am sure.
You are good, very much pure.
Let me be lost
In a new world
Where the skies are blue
If I get
To The Moon
Oh, the moon oh the silver moon!
Who made you so grand and good?
Oh the disc of gold! You are boon
Of my god! You are not rude!
2[from The Roses]
The unforgettable moment
The singer, the very great singer
Sang his sweetest song
I was sitting, very near to him
I know, I know the wretched man,
You need something to eat.
I know, I know the rickshaw-puller
A lot of money you need.
The sweet flowers are to be sold
The sweetly singing birds to be killed
For they must earn a bit to live