Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.