The valley of my youth, I walked through many times.
In the valley of my youth I'll walk again.
Pondering my past I think of old friends.
Here near my side they all seem to be.
Laughing, talking and walking, with me.
Most of my valley has never changed.
I can recall all that remains the same.
Flows the old river maybe a little wider.
I walk the hill to the pure spring water.
I pause for a rest to take a sweet drink.
Here at the spring I'm stopping to think,
I've hunted rabbit in these beautiful hills.
So magnificent they gave me a thrill.
You can bet I'm thinking of my friends.
The sweet aroma captures me again.
Now I must leave my beautiful home.
I shall return to stay in my valley alone.
I am going to live in my valley forever.
It's in my dreams I will leave it never.
How can I forget the beauty I've seen?
And not live there if only in my dreams?