Krishna stole the clothes

(giggling and laughter)

By the banks of Yamuna,

cool and deep

Where the sacred waters softly sweep

They left

their garments on the shore

To bathe in love and nothing more (hahaha)

But a shadow climbs the Kadamba tree With a silent grin and

a heart of glee Where are your clothes,

oh gopis fair? (shhh)

Hari Hari, where has He gone?

(Hari Hari)

Up in the branches,

laughing at dawn! (Hari

Hari)

Fold your hands and look above (Hari Hari) Receive His grace,

receive His love!

Oh mischievous Krishna, give them back!

(please, Kanha) We shiver here in the water's track

Bow your heads in humble prayer And find your garments waiting there

Hari Hari, joy in our hearts!

(Hari Hari) This is where the true love starts!

(Hari Hari) Fold your hands and look above

(Hari Hari) Receive His grace,

receive His love!

(Hari Hari...) (giggling fades out)