Last Days in India
These are the last days of India.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
I jumped the waterfalls in El Salvador.
I swam with dolphins in Hawaii.
I turned my head by an accident to find the years go by.
I thought the amazons have stayed a while.
Conquered Venus on my way.
I learned that to climb the steeples hills I had to slow my pace.
These are the last days of India.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
I saw the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall.
And dined with Jefferson alone.
There is a place for me in history, but now it's time to go.
So will your stories on another tale, we didn't make it anyway.
I'll go weeping where the clouds are Spain to sing with her again.
These are the last days of India.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
Come bed come time with her by my side these years are not in vain.
These are the last days of India.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
These are the last days of India.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
I jumped the waterfalls in El Salvador.
I swam with dolphins in Hawaii.
I turned my head by an accident to find the years go by.
I thought the amazons have stayed a while.
Conquered Venus on my way.
I learned that to climb the steeples hills I had to slow my pace.
These are the last days of India.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
I saw the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall.
And dined with Jefferson alone.
There is a place for me in history, but now it's time to go.
So will your stories on another tale, we didn't make it anyway.
I'll go weeping where the clouds are Spain to sing with her again.
These are the last days of India.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
Come bed come time with her by my side these years are not in vain.
These are the last days of India.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
These are the last days of India.
These are the last days of rain.
I run towards the oblivion never to return again.
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Writer(s): Herman Rundberg, Hakon Rundberg, Hogne Rundberg, Halvard Rundberg, Kjetil Solberg
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