Mother Lyrics

Oh, motherland

Overworked like mother's hands

Steeped in stories, over-told

And many more to tell

Oh, motherland

In the orchard of my youth I stand

No harvest left for me to pick

With grief, I say farewell

The river is lazy and late on its journey

The fish disturbs the still

Like a silent stone, all-seeing

The heron will never miss

And the circle goes around again

From estuary to mountain rain

And I too must make that journey

But memories won't fade

Oh, motherland

Overworked like mother's hands

Steeped in stories, over-told

And many more to tell

Oh, motherland

In the orchard of my youth I stand

No harvest left for me to pick

With grief, I say farewell

Farewell