Deep rich colors
speak of history,
Temples, forts and buildings
there for us to see.
And where we'll trek
no one's ever been,
And we won't know what'll happen
until the end.
Gushing rivers
down the mountainside,
Forests, lakes, and rapids
in the morning light.
And towers of rock
take your breath away,
And where our destiny lies
it's up to fate.
[Instrumental break--melody the same]
In the lush, dark jungles
roam Bengal Tigers,
All kinds of wildlife
that is so rare.
And we're gonna have
a great adventure,
Just how the whole thing turns out,
is up to fate.
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