* Song: * Album: * Interpretation: * Notes: Leaving Lhasa Jonetta Huesman (huesman@sprynet.com) A song for Tibet.

Leaving Lhasa

There's an ancient place
It's a city of grace
Where I lived as in a dream
Where the elders prayed
And the children played
By the mountainside and stream

As I waved good-bye
From the riverside
It was too much to take in
I could see the place
And imagine the face
Of the young Tibetan God-King

It's a battled wind
Should no good begin
From a hurt that has been done
When the line was crossed
And the land was lost
Oh the Holy, exiled ones

As I waved good-bye
From the riverside
It was too much to take in
I could see the place
And imagine the face
Of the young Tibetan God-King

I can hear the cry
Of the geese that fly
Between the mountain and the moon
And the flags that blow
In Himalayan snow
Are carried like a haunting tune

As I waved good-bye
From the riverside
It was too much to take in
I could see the place
And imagine the face
Of the young Tibetan God-King