Song Of India
Composer(s): Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov 
Performer(s): Mario Lanza



And still the snowy Himalayas rise
In 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 raven's wing
High upon a minaret I stand
Upon an old enchanted land
There's the Maharajah's caravan
Unfolding like a painted fan
How small the little race of Man!

See them all parade across the ages
Armies, Kings and slave from hist'ry's pages
Played on one of nature's vastest stages
The turbaned Sikhs and fakirs 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
Softer than the plumage on a black raven's wing
Tune the ageless moon and stars were strung by
Timeless song that only could be sung by
India, the jewel of the East