HINDU ROSE

HINDU ROSE
HINDU ROSE
Song
Neil Moret
Louis Weslyn
Daniels & Wilson, Inc. San Francisco, Cal.
W. R. Cameron
More Oriental confusion with Buddha invoked for a Hindu Rose.

East is East and West is West
That’s what the poets say;
Tho’ I’m from the West
I like East the best.
I met there a maiden fair,
She’s with me in my dreams,
Haunts me, taunts me thro’ the night;
Beneath the bright moon-beams.

CHORUS:
Hindu Rose, Hindu Rose,
Your dancing, entrancing, drives care away.
You are the sweetest thing in mystic Bombay,
My lovely Hindu Rose.
Buddha knows I’m sighing, I’m dying
To call you “Sweetheart,”
Hindu Rose.

If you stray down Bombay way
While in the Orient;
You will see her dance,
Oh! what sweet romance,
She’s a maid in silks arrayed,
An Oriental pearl;
Dancing so delightfully,
It sets your brain awhirl.

India
HINDU ROSE