SHAMBALA

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain with the rain in Shambala.
Wash away my sorrows, wash away my shame with the rain in Shambala.

Ooooh… yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ooooh… yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Everyone is helpful, everyone is kind on the road to Shambala. 
Everyone is lucky, everyone is so kind on the road to Shambala.

Ooooh… yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ooooh… yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

How does your light shine in the halls of Shambala?
How does your light shine in the halls of Shambala?

I can tell my sister ‘bout the flowers in her eyes on the road to Shambala.
I can tell my brother ‘bout the flowers in his eyes on the road to Shambala.

Ooooh… yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ooooh… yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

How does your light shine in the halls of Shambala? 
How does your light shine in the halls of Shambala?  

Tell me how, how does your light shine in the halls of Shambala? 
Tell me how, how does your light shine in the halls of Shambala? 

Ooooh… yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ooooh… yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ooooh… yeah.  On the road to Shambala.
Ooooh… yeah.  On the road to Shambala.

1973 – Daniel Moore – Performed by Three Dog Night – Album: Cyan