We’re going to Ranikhet
By the night train that’s slow
It stops at several stations
Wakes you up with its whistle blow

You get to the end of the line
With the sunny morning glow
It’s time to hit the road
It’s three hours, come or go

You pass by an epic lake, a lemon orchard, a tech temple too
Next to which a man sells the most delicious pakoras, and what have you

You glide down the valley, you climb up the wall
There’s a small town with a hot gargoyle
Where a  man in a stall
Sells the juiciest fruits you know

Oh we’re going to Ranikhet
By the night train that’s slow

There’s a bridge over a river with a good joint to eat
Right at the corner where the road
From Almora and Ranikhet meet
You take a left and off you go

Oh we’re going to Ranikhet
By the night train that’s slow

The road turns sharply from the left to the right
There are blind curves and hutments
Kids waving at strangers with delight
You don’t need a reason here to be happy you know

Oh we’re going to Ranikhet
By the night train that’s slow

You arrive at a barrier, they let you through
There are gods everywhere, and soldiers too
You can fold your hands, or salute as you pass
The Kumaon, The Nagas, The Gurkhas
Men who have won every battle you know

Oh we’re going to Ranikhet
By the night train that’s slow

You curve through the town and arrive at a gate
Major Somnath Sharma Dwar it states
In 1947, he didn’t let Srinagar fall
With him numerous others on the remembrance wall
Who fought anywhere they were asked to go

Oh we’re going to Ranikhet
By the night train that’s slow