The Music of Hindostan c7.56

c7.56

Must you go, my Chhai-la, now, Leav-ing me a-lone, my Shall I live, my Chhai-la, say, Like a wa-ter-mill, my dar-ling! Tell me, Chhai-la, how I shall live when you are gone? dar-ling! Stand-ing all the day des-o-late up-on a hill?