Riding Through Nagaland on Christmas
The Mountain Riders

Verse 1:
On a Christmas morning, skies are clear and bright,
Revving up my engine, what a joyful sight.
Through the hills of Nagaland, the roads are calling me,
With the wind in my hair, I’m as free as I can be.

Chorus:
Riding through Nagaland on this Christmas Day,
With the mountains all around, I feel alive and gay.
From Kohima to Dimapur, it’s a wondrous ride,
Celebrating Christmas, my soul’s full of pride.

Verse 2:
The pine trees whisper secrets of the season’s cheer,
I can hear the laughter, as friends gather near.
The villages are glowing, lights shining so bright,
As I cruise down the lanes, it feels so right.

Chorus:
Riding through Nagaland on this Christmas Day,
With the mountains all around, I feel alive and gay.
From Kohima to Dimapur, it’s a wondrous ride,
Celebrating Christmas, my soul’s full of pride.

Bridge:
Oh, the beauty of the hills, nature’s grand display,
Singing carols in the breeze, as we make our way.
With every twist and turn, joy is in the air,
Nagaland’s pure magic, nothing can compare.

Verse 3:
Stopping for some food, a feast to share with friends,
The warmth of the people, this love never ends.
As the stars start to twinkle, I’ll ride into the night,
With Christmas in my heart, everything feels right.

Chorus:
Riding through Nagaland on this Christmas Day,
With the mountains all around, I feel alive and gay.
From Kohima to Dimapur, it’s a wondrous ride,
Celebrating Christmas, my soul’s full of pride.

Outro:
So here’s to the joy, and the spirit we embrace,
On this motorcycle ride, together we find grace.
May the love of the season shine bright in every heart,
In Nagaland’s embrace, we’ll never drift apart.