mujhko yaki hai sach kahti thi aami jo bhi kahti thi
mujhko yaki hai sach kahti thi aami jo bhi kahti thi
jab mere bachpan ke din the chand me pariya rahti thi
mujhko yaki hai sach kahti thi aami jo bhi kahti thi

ek ye din jab apno ne bhi hamse nata tod liya
ek ye din jab apno ne bhi hamse nata tod liya
ek wo din ped ki shakhe bojh hamara sahti thi
mujhko yaki hai sach kahti thi aami jo bhi kahti thi

ek ye din jab sari sadke ruthi ruthi lagti thi
ek ye din jab sari sadke ruthi ruthi lagti thi
ek wo din jab aao khele sari galiya kahti thi
mujhko yaki hai sach kahti thi aami jo bhi kahti thi

ek ye din jab jagi rate deewaro ko takti hai
ek ye din jab jagi rate deewaro ko takti hai
ek wo din jab shame bhi palke bojhal rahti thi
mujhko yaki hai sach kahti thi aami jo bhi kahti thi

ek ye din jab lakho gam aur kaal pada hai ansu ka
ek ye din jab lakho gam aur kaal pada hai ansu ka
ek wo din jab ek bat par lakho nadiya bahti thi
mujhko yaki hai sach kahti thi aami jo bhi kahti thi
jab mere bachpan ke din the chand me pariya rahti thi
mujhko yaki hai sach kahti thi aami jo bhi kahti thi

I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true,
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true,
When childhood bloomed, and fairies danced in moonlit dew.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.

Now kin have severed ties, a chilling, lonely plight,
Now kin have severed ties, a chilling, lonely plight,
Then, branches bowed, to bear my weight, in golden light.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.

Now every road, a mournful, sullen, vacant stare,
Now every road, a mournful, sullen, vacant stare,
Then, every lane, invited games, beyond compare.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.

Now sleepless nights, that gaze on walls, in silent dread,
Now sleepless nights, that gaze on walls, in silent dread,
Then, even twilight’s lashes, heavy, softly shed.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.

Now countless sorrows, famine in a tear-stained land,
Now countless sorrows, famine in a tear-stained land,
Then, one small word, unleashed a river, close at hand.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true,
When childhood bloomed, and fairies danced in moonlit dew.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.