OH!

For no apparent reason, Prabhupada comes to deliver.
This Prophet of Gopala, the great gift giver.
From the mud and mire of Babylon we can rise above.
For the gift of His Love, we must give Him love.

Oh! Jaya Radha Jaya Ramana.

To the voice of the mind: "Sing Radha Ramana!"
To the one always singing the song of Harinama.
To the one who gives us life, living in Sri Vrndavana.
To the one showing freedom from the chains of Babylon.

Oh! Jaya Radha Jaya Ramana.

To the thunder in the night, the flame within my heart.
To the wrinkles on the head, the signal for the time to start.
To the life of the Sun so we nevah stay in the dark.
To the Great Blazing Fiyeh from which we are but a spark.

Oh! Jaya Radha Jaya Ramana.

To the one who grants us peace, what we are all looking for.
To the one who holds the key to lock out all the world of War.
To the one who is so obvious, always knocking at my door.
To the One I need to ask, always kindly giving more.

Oh! Jaya Radha Jaya Ramana

For no apparent reason, Prabhupada comes to deliver.