Gyan-Guru Bin Gyan Mile Na

There she stands Looking out to sea Waiting for her first love Keep on waiting for him A little baby cries In the arms of the night She's calling out his name Like a Madame butterfly Wai... hey... ait For the favoured one With the favourite heart That he promised Too many years from now There she stands Looking back at me Her red hair frames her pale face Against the black scenery Voices calling back at you They're just whispers in the wind Living on those sweet memories Won't bring him back again But your heart keeps sayin' Wai... hey... ait For the favoured one With the favourite heart That he promised Too many years from now Wai... hey... ait For the tenderness From a tender heart That he promised Too many years from now She'll never leave To be left with the chance Of living a lie on her own She won't believe She's caught in a trance Of wishing she wasn't alone (Saxophone Solo) Wai... hey... ait For the favoured one With the favourite heart That he promised Too many years from now Wai... hey... ait For the tenderness From a tender heart That he promised Too many years from now Wai... hey... ait For the favoured one With the favourite heart That he promised Too many years from now...