They shouldn't build homes high up on the hills
They shouldn't give girls (as bride) to faraway lands
They shouldn't look down on her mother's one and only
It shall be come to feel to the flying birds
I miss my mother
Both my mother and my father
I miss my village
If my father had a horse and could only get on it to come here
If my mother had a sail and could only hoist it to come here
If my siblings could only know all the way to come to me
It shall be come to feel to the flying birds
I miss my mother
Both my mother and my father
I miss my village