Shakti Jai from Weaving Wings by Weaving Wings

When God was a little child, she used to play with stones,
She picked them up... one by one.
She used the tears of Joy and let them flow away...
flow away... day by day!

Shakti Jai, Shakti Jai, Shakti Jai ambe

Then God was a butterfly, she took a rest on a mountain high
look around... see nothing but smiles! Let’s sing a song of celebration, give thanks to the lord of all creation thank you... for the fascination!

Shakti Jai, Shakti Jai, Shakti Jai ambe! So let’s make like a butterfly,
let’s take a rest on a mountain high look around... see nothing but smiles! Let’s sing a song of celebration, give thanks to the lord of all creation thank you... for the fascination!

Shakti Jai, Shakti Jai, Shakti Jai ambe!

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