Mike

There is a place far, far away
Where Krsna and the gopis play.
All things come from there, it's true.
Even souls like me and you.
But here we are like babies crying,
For in Krsna's love we are not abiding.

Nothing seemed to soothe us here,
And constantly we live in fear.
When there was no place left to hide,
We fell to the ground and began to cry.
We woke up with empty hearts,
But we could see it was the start,
The start of something pure and clean,
Like water in a rippling stream

Beside the stream there was a boat.
We stepped inside and began to float.
Every passenger happy and young,
And everyone of them sins this song:
Hare Krsna Hare Krsna
Krsna Krsna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare.

We leaned in closer and began to hear,
And sure enough we lost our fear,
We felt such bliss from up above;
There are no bounds in Krsna's love.
And when the captain appeared on deck,
We felt as minute as tiny specks.
The captain is golden;
He shines like the sun.
The captain so merciful
He takes anyone.
Prabhupada, Prabhupada, Lover of God Absolute,
Prabhupada, Prabhupada, always hearing Krsna's Flute.

So Krsna has given us a way to return to Vrndavana and resume our natural positions as His eternal servants in the transcendental world so fair.

But only
Through the pure devotee,
A soul who rings true,
But we know Him only as
Our Sri Guru.

HARER NAMA HARER NAMA
HARER NAMAIVA KEVALAM
KALAU NASTY EVA NASTY EVA NASTY EVA
GATIR ANYATHA