i'll buy some white silk with red and black for trim six meters of cloth for Radhastami day to offer to her and the flautist who's sweet tune calls us all home not so far away he will relieve us of all of our sadness just dance in sankirtan and it won't take long then will be happy forever and ever by seeing the baby's breath and rose leis cycle babble and i spin the winding road hearing the bird's song life in the saddle singing along we go on happily cycling to the hook of the point, the cove and beyond over the bridge of the harbor on to natasala passing our days hearing of the divine play the natural bridge and treacherous triangle become mystical places by sri gurudeva's grace bringing darsana of the Thakuras to mind the whalers are pointing the way back respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa who keeps us dry holding the rain in his hands greeted by mi ray who asks us to pray and start the ceremony of the bells pirouette as the kirtan swells in the evening baby blue is the nightdress offered for Radhastami too they dance all night long relieving distress come to mangle arati were numbers aren't few