Monsoons Call

[Intro] [Verse 1] Dust hangs heavy on the mango leaves so green The well is low, the thirsty earth is seen A parched horizon waits beneath the sun's fierce gaze For whispered promise of the coming monsoon days A sitar sighs a longing, deep and low A distant tabla answers, soft and slow [Verse 2] Then far away, a rumble starts to grow Like village drums announcing joy we know The peacocks cry, their feathers start to preen A welcome scent upon the breeze, unseen The neem trees sway, anticipating grace As cooling shadows cross the sunburnt face [Chorus] Oh, Sawan aayo re! (The rains have come!) The sky opens wide, washing worries numb Dholak beats faster, feet begin to fly Bangles jingle, reaching for the sky! A sensational rush, a joyous, wild refrain The monsoon's magic washes away the pain! [Verse 3] Silver threads descend on field and town Turning dusty pathways into rivers flowing down Children laugh and dance within the warm cascade Blessings whispered where the thirsty roots were laid The sitar sings of rivers running free The tabla pounds like rain on canopy [Chorus] Oh, Sawan aayo re! (The rains have come!) The sky opens wide, washing worries numb Dholak beats faster, feet begin to fly Bangles jingle, reaching for the sky! A sensational rush, a joyous, wild refrain The monsoon's magic washes away the pain! [Outro]