Buddha
Composer(s): Edward Rose; Lew Pollack



In an oriental clime, seated on a mystic shrine
Buddha dwells, and dispels hate
Came a maid, to him one day, with a troubled heart, they say
She was told he controlled fate
"Oh Buddha, listen to my plea, I bring my troubled heart to thee
so won't you please tell me"

Time changed quickly in to years, still no word from him she hears
But each day, she would pray low
When her savings all were spent, magic messages were sent
She enthused at the news so
I came from far, far, away while those near heard her softly say
"now won't you please tell me"

Buddha, does he really love me, Buddha, is he thinking of me
at each dawn in awaking, and I find my heart still breaking
Buddha with the poppies blooming, he said he'd come back to me
Buddha, can't you discover, my heart cries, there's another
Buddha with your mystic power, Buddha, take this faded flower
I know he'll understand and ease my sad heart, why?
Oh, why did he say good bye? 
Buddha listen to my plea, bring him back to me