Verse 1
In the heart of Markham Valley, where the rivers flow,
Munum village, my home, where the crops would grow.
We’d rise with the sun, work the fields all day,
Simple joys and laughter, in the olden way.
Chorus
But the times are changing, and the world moves fast,
From the fields to the city, leaving the past.
Modern life is calling, but at what cost?
In the rush for progress, what have we lost?
Verse 2
The tractors and the machines, they came rolling in,
Promised us a future, where we’d always win.
But the old ways are fading, and the nights grow cold,
In the glow of the neon, we feel so old.
Chorus
But the times are changing, and the world moves fast,
From the fields to the city, leaving the past.
Modern life is calling, but at what cost?
In the rush for progress, what have we lost?
Bridge
The children on their phones, they don’t play outside,
The elders tell their stories, but who will abide?
The market’s full of goods, but the heart feels bare,
In the quest for more, do we really care?
Verse 3
Yet in the midst of change, there’s a hope that stays,
In the bonds of family, in the olden ways.
We’ll find a balance, between the new and old,
In Munum village, our stories will be told.
Chorus
For the times are changing, and the world moves fast,
From the fields to the city, leaving the past.
Modern life is calling, but at what cost?
In the rush for progress, what have we lost?
Outro
Munum village, my home, where the rivers flow,
We’ll cherish our roots, as we learn and grow.
In the heart of Markham Valley, where the future lies,
We’ll face it together, under the same skies
