Piano by Bronwen Murray-Berg
Riding roads of sunshine
On the wings of song,
Lands below the skyline
Lure our hearts along,
Herald golden-hearted
Trumpet loud and gay,
Shouting: "We have started,
Going home today!"
Say, "Goodbye Mount Hermon"
Woods, and hills "Goodbye."
School days are behind us,
On our way we fly.
Say, "Goodbye Darjeeling,"
Wintered cold and grey,
Round the bend we leave it
Going home today!
See the winding roadway
On to Kurseong,
Purple is the sunset
As we roll along.
See the plains before us
Dark and far away;
Calling us to hasten,
Going home today!
Now we're riding homeward
Through Terai at night
On a silver highway,
Singing our delight.
Now the plains before us,
Now we swing and sway.
Into Siliguri,
Going home today!