chalo chalo, chalo hum babul ke tale
babul ke tale, thandi thandi hawa hame pankh jhale
hame pankh jale
hey, hatho hatho, hatho haye pado na gale
pado na gale, jao ji tumhari yaha dal na gale
yaha dal na gale, hey
chalo chalo, chalo hum babul ke tale
babul ke tale, thandi thandi hawa hame pankh jhale
hame pankh jhale

hum nahi jayege koi kanta chubh jayega ji
kanta chubh jayega
hum nahi jayege koi kanta chubh jayega
arey langdi hoke chalogi to aur maja aayega ji
aur maja aayega
langdi hoke chalogi to aur maja aayega ji
aur maja aayega, aisi bate kahne wale tera muh jale
abey, tera muh jale, hoye
chalo chalo, chalo hum babul ke tale
babul ke tale, thandi thandi hawa hame pankh jhale
hame pankh jhale

hum nahi jayege ye babul bade dur hai
babul bade dur hai
hum nahi jayege ye babul bade dur hai
babul bade dur hai, nakhare uthane ke liye
sath ye majdur hai ji, sath ye majdur hai
nakhare uthane ke liye
sath ye majdur hai ji, sath ye majdur hai
aasan bichha dega tere pao ke tale
pao ke tale
ho hatho hatho, hatho haye pado na gale
pado na gale, jao ji tumhari yaha dal na gale
yaha dal na gale, hey
chalo chalo, chalo hum babul ke tale
babul ke tale, thandi thandi hawa hame pankh jhale
hame pankh jhale

Let's go, let's go, beneath the acacia's shade,
Where cool winds whisper, and our wings are frayed.
Our wings are frayed.

Oh, hands on hands, why cling so tight,
Don't embrace me, let your anchor set aright.
Set aright, oh.
Let's go, let's go, beneath the acacia's shade,
Where cool winds whisper, and our wings are frayed.
Our wings are frayed.

We will not go, a thorn might pierce our skin,
A thorn might pierce.
We will not go, a thorn might pierce our skin,
If you limp along, the delight begins,
The delight begins.
If you limp along, the delight begins,
The delight begins, such words you speak, may your mouth be burned.
May your mouth be burned, oh.
Let's go, let's go, beneath the acacia's shade,
Where cool winds whisper, and our wings are frayed.
Our wings are frayed.

We will not go, the acacia is so far,
So far away.
We will not go, the acacia is so far,
So far away, for tantrums to be played,
These laborers will stay, they will stay.
For tantrums to be played,
These laborers will stay, they will stay.
They will spread a seat beneath your feet,
Beneath your feet.
Oh, hands on hands, why cling so tight,
Don't embrace me, let your anchor set aright.
Set aright, oh.
Let's go, let's go, beneath the acacia's shade,
Where cool winds whisper, and our wings are frayed.
Our wings are frayed.