作曲 : David Munyon/S.P. Standley

I remember the big relief from the rains in India
How we all come to love the rains in India
How the hair on your precious head so beautiful
I was a soldier in your arms stationed in the Central Provinces

An' the big clouds in the sky
And the sun making everything dry
And the color so blue
In your beautiful eyes
In India, there's a wise man calling
In India, well I think I'm falling
In India, I'm in love with you
In India

I recall arriving to paint for days in India
How we used to paint for days in India
We were standing in the street three weeks from Mount Everest
There's a sailor and his wife from Phoenix on a honeymoon

An' the big clouds in the sky
And the sun making everything dry
And the color so blue
In your beautiful eyes

In India, there's a wise man calling
In India, well I think I'm falling
In India, I'm in love with you
In India, well I'm fallin' in love
In India, there's a wise man calling
In India, well I thank I'm falling
In India, I'm in love with you
In India

We play the finest lawns in India
With a sitar on the lawn in India
With a big ol' glass of something cool so beautiful
It's the last glass that we have be careful Roy

In India, there's a wise man calling
In India, well I think I'm falling
In India, I'm in love with you
In India, well I'm fallin' in love
In India, there's a wise man calling
In India, well I think I'm falling
In India, I'm in love with you
In India


David Munyon: vocal, guitars
Partha Chatterjee: sitar
Beo Brockhausen: sarod, harmonium, saxophon, dholak