Dust on the Mango Leaves — AjAi India Vibes

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**[Verse 1]**
The station breathes in iron and chai
Porters calling underneath the sky
A distant whistle bends around the town
And all the years between us tumble down

Jasmine hanging by a painted door
Spices rising from the market floor
Someone laughs the way I used to know
And suddenly I don't feel far from long ago

**[Pre-Chorus]**
Then the tabla starts somewhere down the lane
And the smell of earth is waiting for the rain

**[Verse 2]**
Rickshaw wheels and bicycle bells
Temple chimes and stories people tell
Bright saris moving through the afternoon
Children chasing shadows underneath the moon

Fields of green beyond the railway line
Buffalo walking slowly through the light
An old man waves from where he always sat
And I remember every little thing like that

**[Pre-Chorus]**
Now the dhol is beating somewhere in the square
And every rhythm says I still belong somewhere

**[Bridge]**
I learned the shape of distant winters
I learned to sleep beneath another sky
But memory kept a quiet doorway
That never really closed inside

The bansuri above the rooftops
The evening smoke, the summer heat
A thousand ordinary moments
Are suddenly beneath my feet

**[Final Chorus]**
Dust on the mango leaves
Golden sun between the trees
Every face is bringing something back to me
Dust on the mango leaves
Hear the whole town start to sing
I was gone so long
But I still know everything

Dust on the mango leaves
Warm wind moving through the trees
I was gone so long
But something here still knows me

**[Outro]**
Chai steam in the morning
Train wheels in the rain
Marigolds beside the doorway
Calling out my name

Dust on the mango leaves
Soft beneath the sun
Somewhere in these streets
I remember who I've become

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**[Chorus]** Dust on the mango leaves Warm wind moving through the trees Every sound is pulling something back to me Dust on the mango leaves Old songs floating through the streets I was gone so long But nothing here forgot me **[Verse 1]** The station breathes in iron and chai Porters calling underneath the sky A distant whistle bends around the town And all the years between us tumble down Jasmine hanging by a painted door Spices rising from the market floor Someone laughs the way I used to know And suddenly I don't feel far from long ago **[Pre-Chorus]** Then the tabla starts somewhere down the lane And the smell of earth is waiting for the rain **[Chorus]** Dust on the mango leaves Warm wind moving through the trees Every sound is pulling something back to me Dust on the mango leaves Old songs floating through the streets I was gone so long But nothing here forgot me **[Verse 2]** Rickshaw wheels and bicycle bells Temple chimes and stories people tell Bright saris moving through the afternoon Children chasing shadows underneath the moon Fields of green beyond the railway line Buffalo walking slowly through the light An old man waves from where he always sat And I remember every little thing like that **[Pre-Chorus]** Now the dhol is beating somewhere in the square And every rhythm says I still belong somewhere **[Chorus]** Dust on the mango leaves Warm wind moving through the trees Every sound is pulling something back to me Dust on the mango leaves Old songs floating through the streets I was gone so long But nothing here forgot me **[Bridge]** I learned the shape of distant winters I learned to sleep beneath another sky But memory kept a quiet doorway That never really closed inside The bansuri above the rooftops The evening smoke, the summer heat A thousand ordinary moments Are suddenly beneath my feet **[Final Chorus]** Dust on the mango leaves Golden sun between the trees Every face is bringing something back to me Dust on the mango leaves Hear the whole town start to sing I was gone so long But I still know everything Dust on the mango leaves Warm wind moving through the trees I was gone so long But something here still knows me **[Outro]** Chai steam in the morning Train wheels in the rain Marigolds beside the doorway Calling out my name Dust on the mango leaves Soft beneath the sun Somewhere in these streets I remember who I've become

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