(If you hear this backed up by a full choir, doing all the, "oohhh's" and" OOOO's" following the melody, and sung with the power of Mario Lanza, I guarantee you will have goosebumps!) I have underlined the words he really belts out loudly...
And still the snowy Himalayas rise, an ancient majesty before our eyes,
Beyond the plains- above the pines.
While through the ever-never changing land, as silently as any native band-
that moves at night, the Ganges shines-
Then I hear the song that only India can sing!
Softer than the plumage on a black ravens wing-
High upon a minaret I stand-and gaze across the desert sand,
upon an old enchanted land- There's a maharajah's caravan,
unfolding like a painted fan- how small the little race of man,
See them all parade across the ages!
All these Kings and slaves,from histories pages-
played on one of natures vastest stages-
The turbaned sheiks and beggars line the streets-
while holy men in shadowed calm retreats- pray through the night-
and watch the stars-
A lonely plane flies off to meet the dawn-
while down below, the busy life goes on-
and women crowd the old Bazaars-
All are in the song, that only India can sing!
All: India the Jewel of the East!!
Beautiful.
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