Was Ezo

Long this journey, very far away
White the night, foggy day
Over the frozen ground
Gloaming light, not a sound
Left behind comfort and family
To find this land, across the sea
We are the lost and found
The malcontents, the emigrants

Drawn by a call deep within
To build on a dream, to imagine
Vista that seem to never end
Valley and river bend
Mountain glen
This island home

Hokkaido Was Ezo
Hokkaido Was Ezo

Wintertime the way is soft and deep
Stay inside, eat and sleep
Mochi gashi, sugar beet and tea
Fish and coal, timber tree
Springtime kouroshio waters run
Plant the rice, wait for sun
Children sing the baby salmon song
Don't get lost, or hit the rocks

Drawn by a call deep within
To build on a dream, to imagine
Vista that seem to never end
Valley and river bend
Mountain glen
This island home

Hokkaido Was Ezo
Hokkaido Was Ezo