| I meet my Lord down by the river side
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| It hits me almost every time
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| Beauty runs so deep, that its hard to sleep at night
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| This is the chapter of the forest
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| Every line, and every From my heart it comes a pouring
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| Into every single melody
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| Flame without the smoke
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| Harness all the poetry
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| I swear I’ll never choke
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| Because I only speak of Narmada
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| Hara hara everyday
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| Make my love down at her waters
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| Calling on the mountain starter
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| No more books, no more empty words
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| No more running away from her
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| I now learn from the wind and rain
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| From the song of the lion’s mane
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| And as it touches and sun and moon
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| I sit back and behold that tomb
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| Of glory upon her name
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| We say hara hara hara Narmada
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| Well the one simple perspires
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| With a face that burns like fire
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| That’s where I lay my body down
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| Yeah, and in my dream I heard the lesson
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| Of the vault that holds the heavens in
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| So now I gaze upon the crowd, yeah
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| You see my woman she is stainless
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| I slip her at the base
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| Touch the face, all the Gods come out the mountain
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| Sweet embrace
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| You see her song it can’t be heard
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| Unless you let go of the world
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| So I laid it all down
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| And I behold what I heard
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| No more books, no more empty words
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| No more running away from her
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| I now learn from the wind and rain
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| From the song of the lion’s mane
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| And as it touches the sun and moon
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| I sit back and behold her tomb
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| All glory upon her name
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| We say hara hara hara Narmada |