Tonight as I lay on the boxcar Just waiting for a train to pass by What will become of the hobo When his time comes to die There's a Master up yonder
Transcendental mama travels Feet barely touch the ground Time don't mean a thing Except that the world goes around Meditation woman Rather walk than
in moments of meditation I ask God why someone like I should be so richtly blessed While some who speaks his name so true and hungry and distressed Then his voice is silent in my meditation
Quem acreditou No amor, no sorriso, na flor Entao sonhou, sonhou E perdeu a paz O amor, o sorriso e a flor Se transformam depressa demais Quem no coracao
words and music by Arlo Guthrie Loving in golden temples, my love Is flowing on heavenly seas The silent commands and heard throughout the lands And
The never changing world It's good It's good, it's good It's good, it's good Transcendental meditation Transcendental meditation can Emancipate the
I can't quit her She got a hold on me She got her hand on my soul I can't quit her 'Cause I see her face everywhere I go In the city streets, in the
me is all I need to know I will wait for you Till the stars fall from out of the sky But what else can I do? I will wait for you Meditating how sweet
is just a dream that cannot last When the magic of this mood has passed So, I sit in meditation Trying to pretend, this mood will never end Lost in meditation
me is all I need to know I will wait for you till the sun falls from out of the sky For what else can I do I will wait for you, meditating how sweet
Tonight as I lay on a boxcar just waiting for a train to pass by What will become of the hobo whenever his time comes to die Has the Master up yonder
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I have often dreamed of a far off place Where a hero's welcome would be waiting for me Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face And a voice keeps
out of the sky For what else can I do? I will wait for you meditating how sweet life will be When you come back to me I will wait for you, meditating
