Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, it has come, standing tall.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.
Sweet, sweet, slow, the wind begins to sway,
Sweet, sweet, slow, the wind begins to play,
Kissing shy buds in a tender way,
Kissing shy buds in the sun's warm ray.
Bees and blossoms in joyous revelry,
Bees and blossoms dance in memory,
Earth in a vibrant shawl, a tapestry.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.
A garland of blooms, I shall weave with care,
A garland of blooms, beyond compare,
To lay at the feet of my beloved there,
To lay at the feet of my beloved there.
Today, the wild becomes a holy prayer,
Today, the wild becomes a holy prayer,
Forgetting all, forgetting all, the city of gold,
Forgetting all, the stories of old.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.
Come, my bird, come, I've called so long,
Come, my bird, in my heart you belong,
My Myna dear, what songs must I sing,
My Myna dear, what offerings I bring,
Ram Ram Sita Ram, the sacred ring,
Ram Ram Sita Ram, the sacred ring,
Come, fawn, be my friend, let our spirits swing,
Come, fawn, be my friend, let our spirits swing,
Watching, wandering, where their pathways spring.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.
Branch to branch, bower to bower, the cuckoo's call,
The season of spring, embracing all.
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