Gaura Purnima was coming and a new outfit need be made
The seamstress had no idea she felt like every card she had she’d played then the children said “what about yellow and red?
Do they have any outfits that color?
Stupid priest told the seamstress of the kids’ desire
She thanked him for the word and it set her mind on fire
She worked at a feverish pace right down to the wire
‘Cause all the children said “what about yellow and red?
Do they have any outfits that color?
Stock and roses made the leis today
Simple, light and color coordinated they were made more beautiful by the Deities themselves
From the aroma door to the rath-bhjana-vrksa the gecko and I offer respect to there. The village calls out to us and laughing as we're passing through the river of green sliding beneath the Indian summer flowing out to sea. The natasala is dark again tonight so staying at the tail of a pace line the gecko and I pedal to his shop where he takes leave and I turn around to make the peddler’s ramp to the wharf road and back to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is getting my palms folded and the kalarupa is ready for me to lead him to the sandhya. He is happy to see us arrive just in time.
Of all the holy places the area where the Ganges doesn’t flow is the best for there all the places of Mahaprabhu’s pass times so they call this one baby blue.