Songs of Sanzu

The Sanzu River Way down upon the Sanzu River, Far, far away, There's where my heart is turning ever, There's where my old friends stay.

All up and down the whole creation Sadly I roam, Still longing for the wheat plantation, And for my old cobble home.

All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam; Oh, brothers, how my heart grows weary, Far from my old cobble home!

All round the little farm I wandered When I was young, Then many happy days I squandered, Many the songs I sung.

When I was playing with my brother Happy was I; Oh, take me to my kind old mother. There let me live and die.

All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam; Oh, brothers, how my heart grows weary, Far from my old cobble home!

One little shack among the birches, One that I love Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I go.

When will I hear the factories humming, up in the dome? When will I see the Sanzu running Down in my good old home?

All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam; Oh, brothers, how my heart grows weary, Far from my old cobble home!

Going back to Duskwood

I'm going back to Duskwood, I'm going back to Duskwood I'm goin where the orange blossoms grow For I hear the children calling, I see the sad tears fallin' My heart turns back to Duskwood, and I must go

I'm going back to Duskwood, I'm going no more to wander My heart turns back to Duskwood, I can't stay here no longer Cause I miss the old plantations, my home and my relations My heart turns back to Duskwood, and I must go.

I'm going back to Duskwood, I'm going back to Duskwood I'm goin where the orange blossoms grow For I hear the old folks calling, I see the sad tears fallin' My heart turns back to Duskwood, and I must go

I worked the fields of carrots, I worked the Sanzu river I use to think if I got off, I'd never go back there no never But times have changed the old man, his head is bending low My heart turns back to Duskwood, and I must go

I'm going back to Duskwood, I'm going back to Duskwood I'm goin where the orange blossoms grow For I hear my darling calling, I see the sad tears fallin' My heart turns back to Duskwood, and I must go..

Home in Gensokyo

Oh! give me a land where the bright diamond sand Throws its light from the glittering streams, Where glideth along the graceful white swan, Like the maid in her heavenly dreams.

Oh! give me a tale of Gensokyo's vale, Where the life streams with buoyancy flow; On the banks of the Sanzu, its waters so bright blue, Where no poisonous herbage does grow.

How often at night, when the heavens were bright, With the light of the twinkling stars Have I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed, If their glory exceeds that of ours.

I love the wild flowers, in this bright land of ours, I love the wild waters that gleam; The bluffs and white rocks, and wild sheep flocks That graze on the mountains so green.

The air is so pure, the breezes so fine, The zephyrs so balmy and light, This home I won't change, abandon, exchange, Forever in azures so bright.