hindustan

<BGSOUND SRC="hindustan.mid" loop=infinite> HINDUSTAN
By Oliver G. Wallace and Harold Weeks
1918

4-Bar Intro

Verse 1

CAM-EL TRAP-PINGS JIN-GLE, HARP STRINGS SWEET-LY TIN-GLE,
WITH A SWEET VOICE MIN-GLE, UN-DER NEATH THE STARS;
SING-ING, MEM-O-RIES ARE BRING-ING,
TEM-PLE BELLS ARE RING-ING, CALL-ING ME A-FAR

Verse 2

SHADES OF NIGHT ARE FALLING, NIGHT-IN-GALES ARE CALL-ING,
EV-'RY HEART EN-THRALL-ING, UN-DER-NEATH THE STARS.
SIGH-ING, LIKE THE NIGHT WIND DY-ING,
SOFT MY HEART IS CRY-ING FOR MY LOVE A-FAR.

Chorus

                   C                                                     G7
                   HIN-DU-STAN, WHERE WE STOPPED TO REST OUR TIRED CAR-A-VAN,
               Dm     G7                       Dm7      G7       Dm7        C
               HIN-DU-STAN, WHERE THE PAINT-ED PEA-COCK PROUD-LY SPREAD HIS FAN,
               C                      C7                                   F
               HIN-DU-STAN, WHERE THE PUR-PLE SUN-BIRD FLASHED A-CROSS THE SAND,
                     D7     Fm    C     Ab7 Dm7             G7       C
                     HIN-DU-STAN, WHERE I   MET HER AND THE WORLD BE-GAN