Roja... Roja...

I watch her padding along The Sacred Ganges, so dreamy.
Looking all radiant in her red sari, satisfying my heart so weary.
For The Gods have embodied their most beautiful chant into you.
Like a bell that chimes in a distant soothing the night prayers so true.

Oh Roja....

You are the most sacred chant i have ever heard.
The most beautiful song i have ever sung.

For your heart is like a temple and i am a pilgrim in searching for peace and enlightment.
I am taking shelter from rain and sun in your enjoyment.

Roja... Roja...

I want to play my sitar and dance my songs away.
My songs would seep under your sari as i touch your skin in such a way.

My fingers would dance along the river of your shiny hair so deep.
Like a gentle summer breeze swirling through the leaves of a tree.

Roja... Roja...

My heart will dwell in your temple forever.
I will pour my songs at your feet and my journey i sever.

I was walking among the trees.
Looking through the sillhouette of the trees.
There stood a lonely willow before the river.
I saw the moon shimmering in the water.

What has got into me, i whispered.
Such a magic i beheld as i fell deeper.
The trees were alive and old .
Ancient lights were swirling round their branches so cold.

Was it the moon in the water i saw hypnotizing me...
Was it too dreamy to be...
Suddenly in my cupped hands this tiny little thing flapping i felt.
And my consciousness trembled to melt.

The willow tree was looking at me.
Ancient, old, and mysterious.
I stood there shaking like unconsciousness.
'Stumble to fall' he hissed.
what was mine was his.

Stumble to fall.
Stumble to fall.
Stumble to fall.

I went back home to find my Father's last breath.

A misst ye sae muckle.
'tis achin' me ****** heart sae fragile.
Come wi's me, will ye nay.
Tae me shore o'er the ocean a' say.

Auld as time yet radiant.
Dancin' a fling me, cold and patient.
Ol' green cabres, leaves fallin' aff
On me shore, ye nay in sight.

Before th' auld red hoose a' stood still.
A glimpse o' sun o'er the ocean shinin' on me still.
Ye, nay in sight.
Me, seeking fae light.

A' sae misst ye, me heart.
Ye took yer path tae part.

You're the second person who touched my lips...
Carressed my hair....
Looked me in the eye so deep...
Kissed me so gently and true...
Touched my body so passionately...

But you're the first  who touched my heart...

Don't you fall asleep.
Don't you dream too deep.
Before i come home.
Trying to find way home i have roamed.
To kiss you goodnight.
And hold you tight.

I really loved the willow tree in front of our house.
We used to climbed it together for hours.

My Father taught me how to climb the willow tree.
Tighten my grip, strong and steady.
I saw the green leaves reflected in his eyes.
Ever since then i had known the sun would always come to rise.

My Father...
Our beloved Willow Tree...

When my father passed away they cut it down and make a coffin out of it.
That day, i saw my tree falling down and i felt the earth shaking beneath my feet.

My Father...
My Willow Tree

I woke up.
It was spring.
You were there smiling at me among the blooming flowers.
Your green eyes looked radiant as you moved beautifully towards me.

I walked along the river.
It was summer.
You were there smiling at me.
I could see our reflections in the water.
I could see my face sparkling in your eyes.

It was cold.
Leaves were falling.
It was autumn.
You were there smiling at me among the blackening trees that were flapping in the cold breeze.
My hands were cold but you had them in yours.

It was all white and frozen.
I woke up.
I saw you there padding along the frozen river.
I smiled at you.
And you smiled back at me for the last time.