No One Is Going To Towns And Cities

All have gone to the fields All are singing their songs The sky is a blue canvas under which The folks have gathered and from the Fleeting clouds the glowing sun hangs All are in merry making All are smiling and happy This year the yield of crops is good And the cattle have grown in numbers The trees are tall, make a dark canopy No one is going to towns and cities To seek work, earn and live in joy They have all what they need in life Parents are not left alone in old ages No one is going to let my village die