We All Are Locals — Vir Bhadra Pant

We know how to pluck the musical strings,
We know how to rise when the melody sings,
A chest full of truth is the treasure we hold,
Because we are locals, both honest and bold.

We all are locals...

We gathered together where the calm waters flow,
Watching the lens of the twilight grow,
With laughter and joy, and our wives by our side,
In the warmth of this land where the locals abide.

They all are locals...

Though clouds in the sky make the valley look grey,
And all mortal things will soon wither away,
We smile through the shadows and bid them goodbye,
For the spirit of locals can never quite die.

We all are locals...

We talk of our dreams as we walk to the inn,
Where the stories of old and new days begin,
The gatekeepers smile as we pass through the door,
We are just simple locals, and nothing much more.

We all are locals...