As I Waved Goodbye - Luka Bloom

There’s an ancient place, it’s a city of grace

Where I lived as in a dream

Where the elders prayed and the children played

By the mountainside and stream

As I waved goodbye from the riverside

It was too much to take in I could see the place, and imagine the face

Of the young Tibetan God-King

It’s a bad old wind, should no good begin

From a hurt that has been done

When the line was crossed and the land was lost

Oh, the holy exiled ones

As I waved goodbye from the riverside

It was too much to take in I could see the place, and imagine the face

Of the young Tibetan God-King

I can hear the cry of the geese that fly

Between the mountain and the moon

And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow

Are carried like a haunting tune

As I waved goodbye from the riverside

It was too much to take in I could see the place, and imagine the face

Of the young Tibetan God-King