Lyrics: Harold Weeks/Oliver George Wallace/Wallace
Music: Harold Weeks/Oliver George Wallace/Wallace
Hindustan... where we stopped to rest our tired caravan
Hindustan... where the painted peacock proudly spreads his fan
Hindustan... where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand
Hindustan... where I met him and the world began
Hindustan... where we stopped to rest our tired caravan
Hindustan... where the painted peacock proudly spreads his fan
Hindustan... where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand
Hindustan... where I met her and the world... began..