ik tha bachpan, ik tha bachpan
ik tha bachpan, ik tha bachpan
chhota sa nanha sa bachpan, ik tha bachpan
bachpan ke ik babuji the, achchhe sachche babuji the
dono ka sundar tha bandhan, ik tha bachpan

tehani par chadhake jab phul bulate the
hath usake woh tehani tak na jate the
bachpan ke nanhe do hath uthakar
woh phulo se hath milate the
ik tha bachpan, ik tha bachpan

chalte chalte, chalte chalte jane kab in raho me
babuji bas gaye bachpan ki baho me
mutthi me band hain woh sukhe phul bhi
khushabu hai jine ki chaho me
ik tha bachpan, ik tha bachpan

hontho par unaki awaz bhi hai
mere hontho par unaki awaz bhi hai
sanso me saunpa vishwas bhi hai
jane kis mod pe kab mil jayenge woh
puchhenge bachpan ka ehaas bhi hai
ik tha bachpan, ik tha bachpan
chhota sa nanha sa bachpan, ik tha bachpan

Once was childhood, once was childhood,
a small, tender childhood, once was childhood.
A childhood had a father, a good, true father,
a beautiful bond between them, once was childhood.

Climbing branches, when flowers beckoned,
his hands never reached the boughs,
the small hands of childhood, raised in greeting,
met the flowers, their embrace,
once was childhood, once was childhood.

Walking, walking, walking, when, on these paths,
the father was lost in childhood's arms.
Dried flowers, held within a fist,
a fragrance remains in the desires to live,
once was childhood, once was childhood.

On his lips, his voice still lingers,
on my lips, his voice also remains,
in my breaths, trust bestowed, still lives,
on what joy, when will we meet,
will ask if childhood's feeling still remains,
once was childhood, once was childhood,
a small, tender childhood, once was childhood.