Andthecausewaygleamswithwillows,andwheatfieldswaveinthewind, Wearethinkingofourkinsfolk,farawayfromus. Ocuckoo,whydoyoufollowus,whydoyoucallushome?
And the causeway gleams with willows, and wheatfields wave in the wind,
We are thinking of our kinsfolk, far away from us.
O cuckoo, why do you follow us, why do you call us home?
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