Hindustan
Composer(s): Oliver G. Wallace; Harold Weeks



Camel trappings jingle, harp strings sweetly tingle
with a sweet voice mingle, underneath the stars 
singing memories are bringing 
temple bells are ringing calling me a far

Shades of night are falling, nightingales are calling
every heart enthralling, underneath the stars
Sighing, like the night wind dying, soft my heart is crying for my love afar

Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan
Hindustan, where the painted peacock spread his fan
Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across
the sand, Hindustan, where I met her and the world began