Every separate nation's just a different neighborhood.
With all friends and streams and children playing as they should.
All the children are yearningly holding out their hands.
Yes they need us
We should heed our mother crying from the land:
She cries, "I'm your brother, I'm your cousin,
I'm your sister-sailing ship
I'm the mist fragrant valley o'er the waterfalls do drip.
Woodland wildlife goes on - - - nature's singing us a song.
And the sun is provided by the wonder of it all.
Mother Mekong's at my window - - - at her message I can stare
Very distant from the river banks, as a youth I'd dare
To gaze at my reflection there, affixed amidst the glow.
River's coming, river's going, mother-father ocean knows.
We should nurture our dear family
Just as flowers grace the spring.
And the saga of our journey should harmonize the ring
Of the bells born of the heavens
Some of heavens everywhere.
Your true teacher comes to greet you like a Minstrel in the air
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Your true teacher comes to greet you like a Minstrel in the air