Burmese Days

Lyrics

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