Tune: “The River All Red”
On Mounting Yellow Crane Tower
I gaze on Central Plain from afar.
Beyond the wasteland drear and dry,
How many cities and towns there are!
In years gone by,
As many pavilions and bowers
Were screened by green willows and red flowers,
The Royal Hill adorned with pearls and emerald,
The fairy Palace filled with flute songs. Now behold!
‘Neath city walls enemy horses raise a dust
When the wind blows in gust.
Where are our armed men?
By swords they were slain.
And people alike
Have filled moat and dyke.
Alas!the land still seems the same,
But villages lie ruined in war flame.
When can I get the order
To lead my warriors brave,
Whipping my steed, to cross the river wave and clear the border?
When I come back, again
I’d make a Southern trip on Yellow Crane.