The Lost World

To the hills shall I go,
Run away from all sorrow,
To the hills shall I return,
For that's where I belong.

And there shall be the blue sky greeting me,
And tall eucalyptuses dancing in the breeze,
And those tiny tulips must be in delicate blossoms,
Oh, How I yearn to return!

And there shall be my friends, all happy and gay,
Inviting me to join in their play,
And we would fill the meadows with peels of laughter,
Everything would be as jolly as ever!

And there will be birds twittering and singing,
The air buzzing with songs entrancing,
And butterflies in gardens flying gently,
With pretty flowers blooming brightly.

Guarded by a pair of slim pine trees,
Nestles the house where I used to live,
Mother must be waiting there, patiently,
By the cozy hearth, humming and weaving.

How I wish to return home,
To the warm lap of Father,
And get lost in the dreamy world,
Shrivelled beside Mother.

To the hills will I go,
Run away from all sorrow,
To the hills will I return,
For that's where I've always belonged.