(based on the novel "Lost Horizon" by James Hilton)
A ring of snow-blue mountains encircle the valley
A land of peace and tranquility;
From the side of the mountain it's watched over by
A mystic land of immortality.
The giant white Karakal mountain looms
Overhead the lamasery;
Within the place is a story to tell
That has no hero or adversary.
It is a land of beauty, a land of calm
Where minds are filled with purity;
But deep within is a history untold
For it is a land of eternity.
Little Manchu girl, engaged to a prince
Of royal Tibetan lineage;
Was deceived and was brought to this utopian land
Though she knew not, for an untold age.
Little Manchu girl, whom they called Lo-Tsen
A moonlit, beautiful face she had fair;
A delicate ornament in Chinese silk
Dark and lustrous was her waist-long hair.
Day after day, beside the lotus pool
Harpischord music would echo, when;
Giving life to the shadows, melodies would run
From the delicate fingers of Lo-Tsen.
Night after night, the white gentleman would stand
By the terrace, unseen by all men;
He'd listen to the music, his young heart seeking
The elusive figure of Lo-Tsen.
Time passed by in this golden land
Shangri-La, land without age;
Lo-Tsen stayed as eternal as ever
As timeless as any other Shangri-La sage
When finally the white man took her away
From the lamasery, bidding her free;
She passed away in the state that became her true age
Like a flower fallen from its tree.
Dear Lo-Tsen, little Manchu princess
Shall never see again such purity;
But far, far away, beyond the lost horizon
Still remains a land of eternity.
