BANGALORE
(Earl Burtnett / A.J. Stasny,   1919)


Dreaming of the Orient 
Fills my heart with discontent 
Longing for the days gone by 
When we were happy you and I.

Mem 'ries of you by my side 
Roaming 'cross the desert wide
Incense perfume fills the air 
Oh how I wish that I were there.

In Bangalore I want to be once more 
Where moon beams grand form a path on the golden sand 
Tropic breeze and whisp'ring trees 
They seem to say come back once more 
Won't you come back to Bangalore.