purple shades in the sky Guru Maharaja was born at midnight ninth day of the of moon mums the word 'bout the leis time for spinning the winding road be back to wake the thakuras best not be late come out of the cold round the hook of the point the sufferers know the score spinning free there's lots to see so much to explore sprinting's such a good thing it brings sunlight to the day natasala through saint dagwood's park beach hill happy as a lark round the bout church where the spinners go now remember the vaikalika show ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow mahamuni's out of town as we see Giridhari's gopi dots above his brow ceremony of the bells "it's the touch that kills" that brings devotees from their shells mangal arati reveals the creamy white and red chinese silk