siyale jaipur bhali
ho na ye ajmer
maarvaad mit aabhor
saavan bikaner ae re ji

saavan aaya re aaya
aaya piya ka liye pyaar
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
saavan aaya re aaya
aaya piya ka liye pyaar
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
ho jo ho ji

chhup kar pi se aai hu main
le gagar aur dor
chhup kar pi se aai hu main
le gagar aur dor
dekhe na kahi bhul se mohe
bada hasina chitchor
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
saavan aaya re aaya
aaya piya ka liye pyaar
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
saavan aaya re aaya
aaya piya ka liye pyaar
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
ho ji ho ji

saavn aavan kah gayo
aur barsan lago megh
savan aavan kah gayo
aur barsan lago megh
ginte ginte ghis gayi meri
laali ungliyo ke rekh
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
saavan aaya re aaya
aaya piya ka liye pyaar
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
saavan aaya re aaya
aaya piya ka liye pyaar
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
ho ji ho ji

saavan ka din wo nahi
gori tere samajh ki bhul
saavan ka din wo nahi
gori tere samajh ki bhul
ek duje ka saath hain
bin bhanvar ke sang phul
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
saavan aaya re aaya
aaya piya ka liye pyaar
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
saavan aaya re aaya
aaya piya ka liye pyaar
sakhi ri mori saavan aaya re
o o o o o o o o

Jaipur's charm, the city knows,
Yet Ajmer's heart, the spirit flows.
Marwar's grace, a love so deep,
Bikaner's rain, secrets to keep.

The monsoon comes, it calls to me,
For love of him, eternally.
My friend, the rain, it comes again,
For love of him, a sweet refrain.
My friend, the rain, it comes again,
For love of him, a sweet refrain.
Oh, yes, oh yes.

I steal away, with pitcher and rope,
To meet my love, to find my hope.
I steal away, with pitcher and rope,
Lest the world see, and steal my scope,
That handsome rogue, with eyes so bright,
My friend, the rain, it comes again,
For love of him, a sweet refrain.
My friend, the rain, it comes again,
For love of him, a sweet refrain.
Oh, yes, oh yes.

He promised to come, the rain descends,
The clouds weep tears, the journey ends.
He promised to come, the rain descends,
My fingers trace where waiting wends.
My nails have worn, their color gone,
My friend, the rain, it comes again,
For love of him, a sweet refrain.
My friend, the rain, it comes again,
For love of him, a sweet refrain.
Oh, yes, oh yes.

This rain, my love, is not the same,
A different truth, a burning flame.
This rain, my love, is not the same,
A dance of souls, a whispered name.
In unity, we find our bloom,
Without the storm, our love will loom.
My friend, the rain, it comes again,
For love of him, a sweet refrain.
My friend, the rain, it comes again,
For love of him, a sweet refrain.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.