HINDUSTAN
By OLIVER G. WALLACE and HAROLD WEEKS
Publication 1918 by Forster Music Publisher, Inc.


[Verse 1]
Camel trappings jingle,
Harpstrings sweetly tingle,
With a sweet voice mingle,
Underneath the stars;

Singing, memories are bringing,
Temple bells are ringing, calling me afar.

[Chorus]
Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan,
Hindustan, where the painted peacock proudly spread his fan,
Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand,
Hindustan,
Where I met her and the world began. gan.

[Verse 2]
Shades of night are falling,
Nightingales are calling,
Ev'ry heart enthralling,
Underneath the stars;

Sighing, like the night wind dying,
Soft my heart is crying, for my love afar.

[Chorus]