Sarita
Alexander Wandrowsky

Sarita, Sarita, Sarita, Sarita
Kept her eyes on her Bhagavad-Gita
Her mind was out on the beach
On a stranger she thought was rich

Her sisters, her brother, her mother, her father
Sat around me the first time I saw her
Their hopes flew over the beach
To a stranger they thought was rich

Although your daughter can smile so sweet
I can’t marry your pretty Sarita
Remember that day on the beach
When she asked me if I was rich

Sarita, Sarita, oh, lovely Sarita
Without her family I never could meet her
My memories are blowing along the beach
I’m sorry I wasn’t so rich

Sarita, Sarita, Sarita, Sarita
Kept her eyes on her Bhagavad-Gita
Her mind was out on the beach
On a stranger she thought was rich


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