Saala in the Summertime

For all my life I’ve been working towards to be that

To be this, to be him but most of all to be that

 

Hey, that old man only had a piece of sarong on him

He was shaking his walking stick, and was dancing to his tune

He’s come to us kids to sing, climbing down the mountain

And he was singing the glory of Saala in the summer time

සාල වනේ හී වෙසඟේ සාල වනේ හී

පුෂ්ප පිපී නන්දිත වේ සාල වනේ හී

Nishanathe Dahanayake

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