Little Stream Of Jibhi
Wash me away
Little stream of Jibhi
Little stream of Jibhi
Drown my best memories
In your shallow bed of stone
Drown out the little voices
Amid your chaste, steady drone
Oh! Little stream of Jibhi
Wash me away
Colours of a thousand dyes
Thus world has painted ayes
Wash them away
Thus world has painted ayes
Wash them away
Layers of mud, clay and dirt
Afflicted as medicines hurt
Afflicted as medicines hurt
Wash them away
Parts of me, I never wish found
Inconsequent, my soul's sound
Wash them away
Inconsequent, my soul's sound
Wash them away
Wash me away
Little stream of Jibhi
Take me in your waters
To your banks of cedar and pine
Take me out of myself
And bring back whats left of mine
Little stream of Jibhi
Take me in your waters
To your banks of cedar and pine
Take me out of myself
And bring back whats left of mine
Oh! Little stream of Jibhi
Wash me away
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Verses From The Road @ Parched For Rain
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