My Krishna is blue, the tamal tree is blue, so i do love thee tamal tree.
So do I love thee my tamal tree!
and when I die, o mother
put me high
on a branch of the tamal tree
on a branch of the tamal tree
Where Krishna sat, there I would die
on a branch of the tamal tree.
So do I love thee my tamal tree!
and when I die, o mother
put me high
on a branch of the tamal tree
on a branch of the tamal tree
Where Krishna sat, there I would die
on a branch of the tamal tree.
Thus sang Radha .......
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