The Maharaja
Lyrics
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When the Ma- |
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Haraja comes |
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He brings the sun |
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He draws upon |
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The moon |
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And all the flowers |
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Bloom |
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There he whispers |
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Onto the air |
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A grace |
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So pure and fair |
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And nature’s voice |
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Will sing to him |
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And lift his heart |
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Upon his wing |
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To palaces |
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Of light and gold |
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The breath of life |
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Will there unfold |
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And there are borne |
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The sacred things |
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That can’t be touched |
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Or bound by strings |
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A soil unbruised |
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By human pain |
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He brings the rain |
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And there he's washed |
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By heavens tears |
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And gone are all |
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His deepest fears |
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And trust |
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Will come |
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Within |
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The newborn son |
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The newborn son |
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The newborn son |
Pinyin
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When the Ma |
|
Haraja comes |
|
He brings the sun |
|
He draws upon |
|
The moon |
|
And all the flowers |
|
Bloom |
|
There he whispers |
|
Onto the air |
|
A grace |
|
So pure and fair |
|
And nature' s voice |
|
Will sing to him |
|
And lift his heart |
|
Upon his wing |
|
To palaces |
|
Of light and gold |
|
The breath of life |
|
Will there unfold |
|
And there are borne |
|
The sacred things |
|
That can' t be touched |
|
Or bound by strings |
|
A soil unbruised |
|
By human pain |
|
He brings the rain |
|
And there he' s washed |
|
By heavens tears |
|
And gone are all |
|
His deepest fears |
|
And trust |
|
Will come |
|
Within |
|
The newborn son |
|
The newborn son |
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The newborn son |