Uruma-shi

Far to the east, the brown earth yields

to towering stands of bamboo fields.

Where women walk in silken gowns

and karma makes their world go 'round.

Jasmine scent wafts through the air.

Children play without a care.

The sun sets low and dusk is nigh,

as elders chat of days gone by.

This village known as Uruma-shi

between the Pacific and China Sea,

and on a hill high up above

lives a little girl I dearly love.

I'll look to the east when all is quiet,

like I do most every night.

And of course you know I'll send my love...

straight to that hill high up above.