The sun is blazing from a blinding sky
A pair of lazy vultures circling high
This takes me back to burmese days
When leaden clouds would mark the end of june
The maddening rush of rain a steady tune
The jungle wall in misty haze
Soon I'll be in tune with the monsoon in rangoon
Now my mind is sleaping in a silken cocoon
Gone for weeks are all the stars
The noise of Mandalay bazaars
As far away as distant mars
Natives under frangipani trees
Grey ghosts appearing silently
Like hordes from distant centuries
Rhythm of the seasons
Rhymes without a reason
People without treason
A kingdom of the past
Burma
The kingdom of the kind
A kingdom of the past
Burma
The kingdom of the kind
The golden roofs of Pagan
Once did shine
Too brightly for the greed
Of all mankind
Come from the north
Or from the sea
The sound of battle drowning in the rain
As tears from heaven wash away the pain
Those days are gone but not for me
Soon I'll be in tune with the monsoon in Rangoon
Now my mind is drifting on a sleepy lagoon
Burmese Days was written by Joachim Witt & Jay Hawker.
Burmese Days was produced by Joachim Witt & Peter Sawatzki.