HINDUSTAN
(Music: Harold Weeks / Lyrics: Oliver Wallace)


Albert Campbell & Henry Burr - 1918
Joseph C. Smith's Orch. (Instr.) - 1918
Emerson Military Band (Instr.) - 1918
Milano Orch. (Instr.) - 1919
Ted Weems & His Orch. (Instr.) - 1948


Also recorded by: Ben Bernie & His Orch.; The Easternaires.




Camel trappings jingle, harp strings tingle
With a sweet voice mingle, underneath the stars
Singing, memories are bringing
Temple bells are ringing, calling me afar


Hindustan, my Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where the painted peacock proudly spreads his fan
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where I met her and the world began


Shades of night are falling, nightingales are calling
Every heart enthralling, underneath the stars
Sighing, like the night wind dying
Soft my heart is crying for my love afar


Hindustan, my Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where the painted peacock proudly spreads his fan
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where I met her and the world began



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July 2014)