tum dil me chale aate ho sapne me dhale jate ho
tum dil me chale aate ho sapne me dhale jate ho
tum mere dil ka taar taar chede chale jate ho
tum chede chale jate ho
tum dil me chale aate ho sapne me dhale jate ho
tum mere dil ka taar taar chede chale jate ho
tum chede chale jate ho

aati hai teri yaad mere dil me yu jadubhari
aati hai teri yaad mere dil me yu jadubhari
jaise ki nadiya kinare gunjati ho bansuri
jaise ki nadiya kinare gunjati ho bansuri
tum yaad bhale aate ho is dil ko male jate ho
tum yaad bhale aate ho is dil ko male jate ho
tum mere dil ka taar taar chede chale jate ho
tum chede chale jate ho
tum dil me chale aate ho sapne me dhale jate ho
tum mere dil ka taar taar chede chale jate ho
tum chede chale jate ho

tum yu base huye ho meri jindagi ki saas me
jindagi ki saas me
yu base huye ho meri jindagi ki saas me
jaise ke aandhi raat ho aur chand ho akash me
jaise ke aandhi raat ho aur chand ho akash me
aur chand ho akash me
palko pe tale aate ho aankho me ghule jate ho
palko pe tale aate ho aankho me ghule jate ho
tum mere dil ka taar taar chede chale jate ho
tum chede chale jate ho
tum dil me chale aate ho sapne me dhale jate ho
tum mere dil ka taar taar chede chale jate ho
tum chede chale jate ho

You arrive in my heart, then dream-spun you become,
You enter my heart, then dream-spun you become,
You pluck the strings, the soul's own silent drum,
You pluck, you keep on strumming.
You arrive in my heart, then dream-spun you become,
You pluck the strings, the soul's own silent drum,
You pluck, you keep on strumming.

Your memory arrives, a magic within my core,
Your memory arrives, a magic within my core,
Like a flute's echo on a river's shore,
Like a flute's echo on a river's shore,
Though remembrance comes, you wound my heart and pour,
Though remembrance comes, you wound my heart and pour,
You pluck the strings, the soul's own silent drum,
You pluck, you keep on strumming.
You arrive in my heart, then dream-spun you become,
You pluck the strings, the soul's own silent drum,
You pluck, you keep on strumming.

You dwell within, in every breath I take,
You dwell within, in every breath I take,
As the moon resides in the tempest's wake,
As the moon resides in the tempest's wake,
The moon within the sky, a vigil to make.
You gather on my lids, in my eyes you slake,
You gather on my lids, in my eyes you slake,
You pluck the strings, the soul's own silent drum,
You pluck, you keep on strumming.
You arrive in my heart, then dream-spun you become,
You pluck the strings, the soul's own silent drum,
You pluck, you keep on strumming.