make a wish and tie a string around a sacred tree
the domes of swayambu shining down on me
chanting monks the soundtrack for afternoon tea
Kathmandu, a goddess on every street
Kathmandu, ancient cobble stones beneath your feet
Kathmandu, prayer flags blowing in the afternoon breeze
Kathmandu, the dust of the ages makes it hard to see
the mountains surrounding Kathmandu
school girls with their braids, bringing trays of phanke roti
a donut tastes better when you know its name
but sugar is sweet everywhere the same
Kathmandu, a goddess on every street
Kathmandu, ancient cobble stones beneath your feet
Kathmandu, prayer flags blowing in the afternoon breeze
Kathmandu, the dust of the ages makes it hard to see
the mountains surrounding Kathmandu
standing in the middle of history
we are not even a fleeting flash of light
but this place changed me
and it will always be a part of me
Kathmandu, a goddess on every street
Kathmandu, ancient cobble stones beneath your feet
Kathmandu, prayer flags blowing in the afternoon breeze
Kathmandu, the dust of the ages makes it hard to see
the mountains surrounding Kathmandu
Written by Fred Gillen Jr ©2023 Fuel For the Revolution (B.M.I.)
