(d.moore)
wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
with the rain in shambala
wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
with the rain in shambala
[chorus:]
ah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
everyone is helpful, everyone is kind
on the road to shambala
everyone is lucky, everyone is so kind
on the road to shambala
[chorus]
how does your light shine, in the halls of shambala
i can tell my sister by the flowers in her eyes
on the road to shambala
i can tell my brother by the flowers in her eyes
on the road to shambala
[chorus]
how does your light shine, in the halls of shambala |