In the twilight of dawn I dream of home
Our food tastes with the smell of smoke
the fire crackles in the earthen stove
The air is so fresh after the summer storms
When torrents from the mountains flood the river banks
The sky is decorated with twinkling stars
The moon pours her light upon bedside floor
The crickets play their nocturne all night long
The river makes its gurgling in the valley beneath
The rice is ripening in the fields
They fill the air with the smell of harvest
Oh, home that I once had in childhood,
Can I have again in adulthood?
