(S P Standley/David Munyon)
(All proceeds to this song goes to Self-Realization Fellowship. In Los Angeles, California.)

I remember the big relief
From the rains in India
How we all come to love
The rains in India
How the hair on your precious head
So beautiful I was a soldier in your arms
Stationed in the Central Provinces

An' the big clouds in the sky
And the sun making everything dry
And the color so blue
In your beautiful eyes
In India, there's a wise man calling
In India, well I think I'm falling
In India, I'm in love with you
In India

I recall arriving to paint for days in India
How we used to paint for days in India
We were standing in the street
Three weeks from Mount Everest
There's a sailor and his wife from Phoenix
On a honeymoon

An' the big clouds in the sky,
And the sun making everything dry
And the color so blue
In your beautiful eyes

In India, there's a wise man calling
In India, well I think I'm falling In India
I'm in love with you,
In India Well I'm fallin' in love
In India, there's a wise man calling
In India well I thank I'm falling
In India, I'm in love with you in India

We play the finest lawns in India
With a sitar on the lawn in India
With a big ol' glass of something cool
So beautiful
It's the last glass that we have
Be careful Roy

In India, there's a wise man calling
In India, well I think I'm falling
In India I'm in love with you
In India Well I'm fallin' in love
In India, there's a wise man calling
In India, well I think I'm falling
In India, I'm In love with you in India

David Munyon: vocal, guitars
Partha Chatterjee: sitar
Beo Brockhausen: sarod, harmonium,
saxophon, dholak