achhe bache nahi rote hai aanshu bure hote hai, samjhe
achhe bache nahi rote hai aanshu bure hote hai
bago me phul phir khilenge kahi hum phir milenge
achhe bache nahi rote hai aanshu bure hote hai
bago me phul phir khilenge kahin hum phir milenge

hotho pe hasi ab aane do hanste huye mujhko jane do jane do
hotho pe hasi ab aane do hanste huye mujhko jane do jane do
dil ye ummid jagte hai sote hai
bago me phul phir khilenge kahin hum phir milenge
achhe bache nahi rote hai aanshu bure hote hai
bago me phul phir khilenge kahin hum phir milenge

aaye ek pal jaye ek pal socho ke aaj se achha hoga kal hoga kal
aaye ek pal jaye ek pal socho ke aaj se achha hoga kal hoga kal
aashao ki dor me ye sapane phirote hai
ki bago me phul phir khilenge kahin hum phir milenge
kahin hum phir milenge

achha pyare bacho hum jo puchenge uska tum jabab doge
kon acha lagta hai tanga ya rail, rail
padhna ya khel, khel, kante ya phul, phul
teacher ya school, school, nahi school nahi teacher
nahi bacho school, ha school
phir milne ke liye log juda hote hai
ki bago me phul phir khilenge kahin hum phir milenge
achhe bache nahi rote hai aanshu bure hote hai
bago me phul phir khilenge kahin hum phir milenge

Good children don't weep, tears are a blight, understand?
Good children don't weep, tears are a blight.
In gardens, flowers bloom anew, someday we'll meet again,
Good children don't weep, tears are a blight.
In gardens, flowers bloom anew, someday we'll meet again.

Let laughter now grace your lips, let me depart with a smile, let me depart, depart.
Let laughter now grace your lips, let me depart with a smile, let me depart, depart.
The heart still weaves threads of hope, and dreams slumber deep.
In gardens, flowers bloom anew, someday we'll meet again.
Good children don't weep, tears are a blight.
In gardens, flowers bloom anew, someday we'll meet again.

Moments arrive, moments depart, consider this:
Today, a better tomorrow, will unfold.
Moments arrive, moments depart, consider this:
Today, a better tomorrow, will unfold.
In threads of hope, these dreams still spin and roam.
In gardens, flowers bloom anew, someday we'll meet again.
Someday we'll meet again.

Good, sweet children, answer the questions we ask.
What do you love? A tonga or a train, a train?
Reading or play, play, thorns or flowers, flowers?
The teacher or school, school, not school, not teacher,
Not children, school, yes, school.
For reunions, separations come and go.
In gardens, flowers bloom anew, someday we'll meet again.
Good children don't weep, tears are a blight.
In gardens, flowers bloom anew, someday we'll meet again.