My Home - India
Sharanya Pandit
Almost heaven, is India
Blue Ridge Mountains, Ganga Yamuna River,
Life is older there, Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains growin' like a breeze,
Country Roads take me home,
To the place I belong
Indians, Mountain Himalaya,
Take me home, country roads.
All my memories gather round here
To all the peoples, stranger to blue water.
Dark and Dusty, painted on the sky,
Misty taste and moonshine, teardrops in my eye.
Country roads, take me home,
To the place I belong
Indians, Mountain Himalaya,
Take me home, country roads.
I hear the voice of the nature that it calls me to go,
The radio reminds me of my home far away,
Driving down the roads, I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
Indians, Mountain Himalaya,
Take me home, Country roads.
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
Indians, Mountain Himalaya,
Take me home, Country roads.
Take me home, down country roads,
Take me home, down country roads.
An idea that is India.....h!
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