Hare Krsna... (1) The stars were rain-falling from the sky The corns were sipping them, welcoming the souls The souls were singing the songs about God The souls were almost demigods But the time has come and the time has said that time is behind time and finished And was sending souls back to God to whom they were singing sweetly
Hare Krsna... (2) Mint sounds, sweet songs There were fun and singing together Kind people were welcoming with bread And were seeing them of with the tears But the time has come and the time has said that time is behind time and finished And was sending souls back to God to whom they were singing sweetly
Hare Krsna... (1)+(2 up to "And were seeing him of with the tears") seeing off not "of" ))