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
