I belong to my love, and my love belongs to me
Little white bird, don't keep asking me
Let no one chide or become upset
I belong to my love, and my love belongs to me
My love called to me and said, "Winter has gone,
The dove has returned, and so has the apple blossom.
Upon my doorstep lie dewdrops and the dawn,
And your eyes have brightened my Spring."
My love called to me and I came unquestioningly
From my slumber he stole my peace of mind
I follow him wherever he goes
Oh, sun of love, weave our story