ek thi nanhi munni chidiya thodi nakal si
pyari pyari uski duniya thi haan chhoti si
kabhi phurrr se ude haan kabhi sarrr se thame woh
kabhi udak pudak nache woh chham chham

ek thi raani ek thaa raja uncha unka naam
chidiya ke maa bapa kartey unka saara kaam
kabhi raani mahel mein kabhi chaay ke baagon mein

gaate rehte tararumpum pum pum
maa ki thi woh laadali deta kaandho par pali
deta deta kya hota hai yeh deta ka matlab hai papa
opo papa opo

maa ki thi woh laadali deta kaandho par pali
kabhi unko sataye kabhi woh ruth jaaye
pichhe unke machaye kuchh tham dham dham

haan ek thi nanhi munni chidiya
thodi nakal si
pyari pyari uski duniya
thi haan chhoti si

cepet gaate ude woh
maa geeta ki pyari woh
sundri mundri thi par thi atom-bum
are phir kya huaa phir

phir ek din subah jaise bole na uske baba ne
aankhein hi kholi na woh boli baba kehna
main maanugi tera ek baar bolo yeh toh zara
ud jaa ud jaa ud jaa

uske baba yun ruthe jage hi naa
maa ki aansu yun foote ruke hi naa
nanhi si jaan dhundha phir saara aasmaan
mil jaaye kahin koi nishaan
ud jaa ud jaa ud jaa

ek din raja maa se bola
ise pardesh jaana hi hoga
ki maa ne jatan kayi phir bhi

raja toh haan raja thaa ji
maa toh ro ro ke huyi baanwari
sun le bitiya meri baat aakhari
maa baba tere mann mein
tu chahein ho jahaan
ab chahein jo ho rukna toh na
ud jaa ud jaa ud jaa ud jaa ud jaa
ud jaa ud jaa ud jaa ud jaa ud jaa

A sparrow small, a spirit bright,
A touch of mischief, pure delight.
Her world, a haven, softly spun,
A tiny kingdom, just begun.
With flutter quick, she'd take to air,
Or perch on boughs, beyond compare.
A skipping dance, a joyful sound,
As she twirled and leaped around.

A Queen and King, of noble name,
Their stature grand, their whispered fame.
The sparrow's parents, loyal, true,
Served them with all they had to do.
Within the palace, in tea's green rows,
They sang their songs, as the river flows.
The mother's darling, cherished and held,
Upon her father's shoulders, her world beheld.
"What is this 'bestowal'?" she would plead,
Her father's love, a planted seed.
Oh, Papa, Papa, her heart's soft call.

The mother's darling, borne on high,
Sometimes she'd tease, sometimes she'd cry.
Behind her steps, a joyful fray,
A symphony of life, come what may.
Yes, a sparrow small, a spirit bright,
Her world a haven, bathed in light.

With laughter's grace, she took to flight,
A tender song, a guiding light.
A beauty rare, yet power within,
A force unleashed, where life could begin.
What happened then, in that fading hour?

One morning dawned, a solemn start,
Her father's voice, a broken heart.
He didn't wake, her spirit frail,
"Oh, Baba," she cried, a mournful wail.
"I'll heed your word, your final plea,
Just say the words, and set me free."
"Fly away, fly away, fly away."

Her father's form, a slumber deep,
Her mother's tears, she couldn't keep.
The small soul searched, across the blue,
For any sign, a life anew.
Fly away, fly away, fly away.

One day, the King, with sorrow's weight,
Declared her journey, sealed by fate.
The mother's prayers, a desperate plea,
The King's decree, it had to be.
Her mother wept, her spirit torn,
"My child, my love, a life forlorn."
"My heart's deep home, your spirit's flight,
No matter where, in darkest night,
Now must your journey start its way,
No turning back, come what may."
Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away.
Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away.