A strange India, a wondrous land,
A strange India, a wondrous land,
Where greens are cheap, and sweets are grand,
Where greens are cheap, and sweets are grand.
Oh, India, how you stand!
Oh, India, in this land!
A strange India, a wondrous land,
Where greens are cheap, and sweets are grand.
Oh, India, how you stand!
Oh, India, in this land!
Your ways, they linger, old and worn,
Your ways, the same since you were born.
The liars, the false, they always win,
At every turn, where sin begins.
What glory is yours to claim?
Oh, India, in this game!
Oh, India, in this game!
The diamond's worth, it's never sought,
While glass is praised, and dearly bought.
Each beats their drum, a hollow sound,
Deceit and fraud are all around.
Your wisdom, where does it lie?
Oh, India, beneath the sky!
Oh, India, as days go by!
With legs outstretched, they sleep and dream,
Morning to night, it would seem.
Why work at all, when ease is found?
"God provides," they all resound.
A life so cheap, so small a span,
Oh, India, of this plan!
Oh, India, of this plan!
Forget your faith, for wealth you chase,
Lost is the honor of this place.
Your children starve, while strangers feast,
The home is broken, the love decreased.
A slave's pride, a bitter stain,
Oh, India, in sun and rain!
Oh, India, in sun and rain!
A strange India, a wondrous land,
A strange India, a wondrous land,
Where greens are cheap, and sweets are grand.
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