Oh for the high banks of the Yalung river
That place for which I yearn with a small part of my heart
Where the soils are host and giver to the teeming multitudes
Such a song my heart exudes in honor of the deep and fertile
Plains of our flash founder Old man Grig who settled valleys
Where bright blooms and soft winds mix
Forming for each weary passer tiny bosoms where to rest
From the sight of beast and stranger
There on the high banks of the Yalung river
A small glen with mountain view will for tonight surely do
JPR / whorphan / americanifesto / 場黑麥
That place for which I yearn with a small part of my heart
Where the soils are host and giver to the teeming multitudes
Such a song my heart exudes in honor of the deep and fertile
Plains of our flash founder Old man Grig who settled valleys
Where bright blooms and soft winds mix
Forming for each weary passer tiny bosoms where to rest
From the sight of beast and stranger
There on the high banks of the Yalung river
A small glen with mountain view will for tonight surely do
JPR / whorphan / americanifesto / 場黑麥
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