kya hawa chali baba rut badli o baba kya hawa chali re baba rut badli
shor hai gali gali sau-sau chuhe khaike billi haz ko chali
kya hawa chali baba rut badli
shor hai gali gali sau-sau chuhe khaike billi haz ko chali
kya hawa chali baba o baba rut badli ho baba

pahle log mar rahe the bhukh se abhaw se pahle log mar rahe the
pahle log mar rahe the bhukh se abhaw se
ab kahin ye mar na jaye apni khaw khaw se
are mithi baat kadwi lage galiya bhali
kya hawa chali
kya hawa chali re baba rut badli
shor hai gali gali sau-sau chuhe khaike billi haz ko chali
kya hawa chali o baba

aaj to jahan ki ulti har ek bat hai, ulti har ek bat hai
are hum jo kahe din hai bhai log kahe rat hai, log kahe rat hai
ret me bhi khil rahi hai pyar ki kali kya hawa chali
kya hawa chali re baba rut badli shor hai gali gali
sau-sau chuhe khaike billi haz ko chali
kya hawa chali o baba

aam me uge khazur neem me fale hai aam aam me uge khazur
aam me uge khazur neem me fale hai aam
dakuo ne jog liya chor bhaje ram nam
hosh ki dawa karo miya fazal ali kya hawa chali
kya hawa chali re baba rut badli shor hai gali gali
sau-sau chuhe khaike billi haz ko chali
kya hawa chali baba ho baba rut badli o baba

A wind it blows, O Father, seasons shift,
A wind it blows, the seasons shift and drift.
A clamor rings in every alley's keep,
The cat, with mice a hundred deep, to Mecca creeps.
A wind it blows, O Father, seasons shift.

Once, men were felled by hunger's cruel hand,
By lack and want, throughout the weary land.
Once, men were felled by hunger's cruel sting.
Now, lest they die by their own hollow ring.
Sweet words feel bitter, curses seem a grace.
A wind it blows,
A wind it blows, the seasons shift and change.
A clamor rings in every alley's keep,
The cat, with mice a hundred deep, to Mecca creeps.
A wind it blows, O Father.

The world today, it's turned upon its head,
The world today, each truth is left for dead.
We call it day, and they proclaim the night.
Love's bud unfurls in desert's endless light.
A wind it blows,
A wind it blows, the seasons shift and turn.
A clamor rings in every alley's keep,
The cat, with mice a hundred deep, to Mecca creeps.
A wind it blows, O Father.

In mango trees, the date palms now arise,
In mango trees, where dates now compromise.
In mango trees, the date palms now arise.
Thieves take the yogi's garb, the thieves now know
The name of Ram, to find where spirits go.
Take heed, my friend, the medicine is due.
A wind it blows,
A wind it blows, the seasons shift and sway.
A clamor rings in every alley's keep,
The cat, with mice a hundred deep, to Mecca creeps.
A wind it blows, O Father, seasons shift,
A wind it blows, O Father, seasons shift.