Deep rich colors
        speak of history,
        Temples, forts and buildings
        there for us to see.

        And where we'll trek
        no one's ever been,
        And we won't know what'll happen
        until the end.

        Gushing rivers
        down the mountainside,
        Forests, lakes, and rapids
        in the morning light.

        And towers of rock
        take your breath away,
        And where our destiny lies
        it's up to fate. 

 [Instrumental break--melody the same]

        In the lush, dark jungles
        roam Bengal Tigers,
        All kinds of wildlife
        that is so rare.