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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)

    


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