mere ghar aage hai do do galiyan
ho mere ghar aage hain do do galiyan
do do galiyan do do galiyan
do do galiyan do do galiyan
ho mere ghar aage hai do do galiyan
ho mere ghar aage hai do do galiyan

ek jaye sahab ke bangle ko
ek jaye jahan rahe bholi malaniya
ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
ho ho do do do do
do do hai galiyan
ho mere ghar aage hain do do galiyan
ho mere ghar aage hain do do galiyan

bangle me hai ik sahab ki chhori
bangle me hai ik sahab ki chhori
sahab ki chhori
chat pat gori gori chhori
seeti bajawe aur humko bulawe
aur humko bulawe
bole angrezi batiyan
git pit git pit
bole angrezi batiyan
ho ho ho ho ho do do
do do do do hain galiyan
ho mere ghar aage hai do do galiyan
ho mere ghar aage hai do do galiyan

bagiya mein aa jaa
o more raja bagiya me aa jaa
o more raja o o more raja
bagiya mein aa ja o more raja

tooti jhopadiya me
tooti jhopadiya me rehne wali
malan ki chhori hai bholi bhali
humko dekh ke gaawe kajariya
haay raama dekh ke gaawe kajariya
gawe kajariya dale jhulaniya
gawe kajariya dale jhulaniya
ho ho ho ho ho do do
do do do do hain galiyan
ho mere ghar aage hain do do galiyan
ho mere ghar aage hain do do galiyan

Before my dwelling, two paths convene,
Two paths diverge, a world between.
Two paths diverge, they rise and fall,
Before my dwelling, embracing all.

One leads to the manor, grand and bright,
One to where the gardener finds her light.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, the paths they roam,
Two paths diverging, near my home.
Before my dwelling, two paths convene,
Two paths diverge, a world between.

Within the manor, a maiden fair,
A master's daughter, beyond compare.
Fair of skin, a rosy hue,
She whistles softly, beckoning you.
She speaks in tongues, a whispered call,
"Sweetheart, come hither, heed my thrall."
Oh, oh, oh, oh, the paths they roam,
Two paths diverging, near my home.
Before my dwelling, two paths convene,
Two paths diverge, a world between.

Come to the garden, my beloved, come,
Come to the garden, where shadows hum.
Come to the garden, my king, my heart,
Come to the garden, play your part.

In a humble hut, where shadows play,
The gardener's daughter spends her day.
Simple soul, with eyes so kind,
She sings a song, her heart entwined.
At my sight, her melodies arise,
Swinging on swings, beneath the skies.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, the paths they roam,
Two paths diverging, near my home.
Before my dwelling, two paths convene,
Two paths diverge, a world between.