Song: Swami from India - Radha Krishna Temple in Utah

Let the story unfold, About a swami from India, brave and bold. Seventy years young, with a mission in his soul, Prabhupada’s tale, let the rhythm take control.

(Verse 1) Nineteen sixty-five, a voyage on the sea, Heart attacks strikin’, but his spirit runs free. Seven dollars in his pocket, that’s all he had, New York City streets, tradition meets rebellion, so mad. Alone in the concrete jungle, a spiritual seed, Plantin’ Krishna’s love, fulfillin’ a sacred creed. Struggle and hardship, but he never did fold, A revolution started, a story to be told.

(Chorus) From penniless swami to a worldwide fame, Hare Krishna chantin’, spreadin’ God’s holy name. Temples and ashrams, farms and restaurants too, Building a society, faithful and true. Underdog spirit, he knew it from the start, Krishna’s chosen vessel, playin’ a divine part. Critics couldn’t see the vision, the power he possessed, Prabhupada’s legacy, forever blessed.

(Verse 2) Non-Indians trained, in Vaisnavism’s strict ways, Counterculture bloom, in the psychedelic haze. Chantin’ Hare Krishna, the maha-mantra strong, Echoing in the streets, where they once went wrong. From a handful of souls, to a global embrace, Transformed by the chanting, finding their rightful place. Five thousand disciples, diverse and so grand, Nationalities, races, united hand in hand.

(Bridge) Thirty-two temples in a year, a miracle’s might, Krishna’s grace shinin’, burnin’ ever so bright. “I’m the underdog,” he said, with humble pride, “Krishna uses the weak, with Him by my side.” With tears of compassion for souls astray, From ancient scriptures, wisdom he’d convey. Bhagavad Gita’s message, for all to hold near, Destiny’s callin’, banish all fear.

(Outro) From the Bowery streets, to the world’s embrace, Prabhupada’s wisdom, leavin’ its trace. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, let the chant resound, A spiritual revolution, circling the world around! Hare Krishna.