Journey of Krishna
(hummmmm) Dark was the night of the heavy storm
Inside the prison, the child was born
With the universe shining inside his eyes
As the chains fell down under dark blue skies
Over the river
the father runs
Yamuna rages to protect the son
In a basket safe
under heavy rain
To Gokul's shore,
leaving all the pain
Now a happy home in the morning light
Stealing butter with a face so bright (hahaha)
He drags the mortar,
the trees fall down
Revealing the king with a golden crown
Radhe,
Govinda, Gopala, Hari
Under the midnight sky
Play the flute, make the gopis dance
As the river goes flowing by
Deep in the river where the serpent lies
Kaliya rises with fire in his eyes
Krishna dances
on the hundred heads Till the water is pure
where the monster treads
Rain came down from the angry king
But the little finger can do anything
He lifts the mountain
to save the land
Keeping Gokul safe
in his tiny hand
In Dwarka's court
on a golden throne
His childhood
friend walks in all alone
Sudama weeps in his dusty clothes But Krishna washes
his tired toes
Yada yada hi dharmasya
Glanir bhavati bharata
An arrow flies beneath the tree
His mortal frame is setting free
Merging back
with the endless blue
The flute plays on
inside of you