Song of the Maharaja

I see my friends assemble
around my ivory throne
and a thousand voices tremble
at my every dying moan.
But none can feel what I feel
as my life is withdrawn.
I’m going to miss this world,
miss this world,
miss this when I’m gone.
I’m going to miss this world,
miss this world,
miss this when I’m gone.

My time has been victorious.
I’ve plundered pearls and musk
and a thousand jasmine bodies
disrobing in the dusk.
But all my naked happiness
has put its clothes back on.
I’m going to miss this world,
miss this world,
miss this when I’m gone.
I’m going to miss this world,
miss this world,
miss this when I’m gone.

And I hear a hissing in the garden
and the lonesome jackal’s screams.
And I feel my body start to harden
as the night folds into dreams.
As one lamp lights another
in the hours before the dawn,
I can feel my soul reach for new flesh,
dying to be reborn
dying to be reborn
dying to be reborn

In the dimming of my senses
I behold great, future things:
A world where buildings kiss the sky
and men fly with metal wings.
And maybe I’ll be a young man there,
but I’ll be singing the same song.
I’m going to miss this world,
miss this world,
miss this when I’m gone.
I’m going to miss this world,
miss this world,
miss this when I’m gone.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2011)

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