Almond Blossom Town (Ian Inkster 2017)
White lilies up on Cold Hill Temple
In Almond Blossom Town, Almond Blossom Town.
Your drifting boat, as a white sun sinks behind the hills
Repays the warmth of that clear spring sun, and your gathering herbs.
A sad crow cries as the white jade plate becomes the moon
A moonbeam by my slight pine bed dissolves all too soon.
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White lilies up on Cold Hill Temple
In Almond Blossom Town, Almond Blossom Town.
The spring stream charms with the twilight storm, and I wonder why
On Ching Ming Day you had to leave, I sung to the sky
As we recall all those who've gone, such travellers forlorn
How many flowers have fallen, how many white lilies gone?
White lilies up on Cold Hill Temple
In Almond Blossom Town Almond Blossom Town.
Ian Inkster
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