Wrap me in my land, for judgment time has come.
Forever let me protect the young grains,
Never let me remember life's old pains.
Lay me down to rest covered by the sun.

Let rice grow on me, let me help it grow,
Please keep after the ever-growing seeds,
And let you never feel that horrid greed.
Save me in the winter, when it's bound to snow.

Let the earth surround me, to keep me warm,
And cherry trees o'er me, to keep me dry,
Music overhead from wind's many sighs,
Life above me, saving me from death's storm.

Wrap me in my land, for judgment day has come,
And lay me down to rest covered by the sun.

copyright © 2003 Cosette Aranaine