A long time ago when men were all babes
There was a land of the freeFantasy and dreamsWere its untouched wealthAnd goodness and love were realEach man desires to reach GandharaHis very own utopiaIn the striving, in the seeking soulMan can see GandharaIn Gandhara, GandharaThey say it was in IndiaGandhara, GandharaThe place of light GandharaThough long ago and farBeyond the winding roadAlways beyond every bendA beautiful land still waits for the fewWho make it to the very endEach man desires to reach GandharaHis very own utopiaIn the striving, in the seeking soulMan can see Gandhara(*) In Gandhara, GandharaThey say it was in IndiaGandhara, GandharaThe place of light Gandhara* repeat
There was a land of the freeFantasy and dreamsWere its untouched wealthAnd goodness and love were realEach man desires to reach GandharaHis very own utopiaIn the striving, in the seeking soulMan can see GandharaIn Gandhara, GandharaThey say it was in IndiaGandhara, GandharaThe place of light GandharaThough long ago and farBeyond the winding roadAlways beyond every bendA beautiful land still waits for the fewWho make it to the very endEach man desires to reach GandharaHis very own utopiaIn the striving, in the seeking soulMan can see Gandhara(*) In Gandhara, GandharaThey say it was in IndiaGandhara, GandharaThe place of light Gandhara* repeat