On a bus ride from the village
The city breathes forth it's carnage
Goodbye to the ever brewing river
Hello to lights, smoke and fever
The sound of moving vehicles was gone
As I enjoyed the show of sunrise at dawn
Sweet home is truly where the heart lies
And as long as a bird sings, it never dies
On a speed boat from the village
The city crowds my mind with rage
New fountains must seek their own flow
So I commune for a better life as I go
Oh the village was serene and nice
But the September flood is on the rise
And rains are descending without pity
Alas!! Alas I must run away to the city.
