There’s a hole left in the kirtan cloud that hovers up above
It sits above our ISKCON world, showering us with love
It’s dark and deep, filled with music notes from Sri Golok
And through its soft white tendrils pass extraordinary folk

One day Gour Govinda that golden path did take
With Tamal Krishna, Sridhara, and two Bhaktis in his wake
Padmalochan, Nirguna, I can only name these few;
Grahila, now Aindra….I think that’s enough, don’t you?

The rain falls from that sweet, sweet cloud, and showers us below
With notes of Krishna’s holy name, a sound that we all know
But now that rain is different, its quality has changed
It carries with it now the tears of the devotees we’ve named

They look constantly upon us and see our hearts break in pain
at separation from them; life will never be the same…
And so we face the future days with choked and heavy hearts
Saturated in the love the raincloud now imparts

And so we come together, looking for that bhakti rain
We step out from our shelters into inevitable pain
We walk into its drenching arms and hold each others hands
Its bitter-sweet addictive taste gives us the strength to stand

We long to fill the earth with our collective kirtan song
Sung with a force that sends those notes right up where they belong
Through the blue-black cloud of love whose contents are so sweet,
To find their way up further, up to Krishna’s lotus feet.

And there we find each other always, nothing is amiss
Our lives entwined, connected by the thread of kirtan bliss
Its Krishna’s form, this holy name, and it’s come to take us home
Because on a day like this we know: that’s where we ALL belong…