White birch,clear blue sky. Up where the south wind blows.
Kobushi's in bloom. On the hillside of the North.
Ah,Ah,springtime in the North.
Seasons must be hard to tell when. Living a city life.
My worried mama sent me. This small package from home.
To my old home town, Shall I go back? Shall I go back home?
Snow melts into little brooks. Under the round log bridge.
Karamatsu sprouts are now sprouthing in the North.
Ah,Ah, springtime in the North.
"I love you", those simple words. Both of us could not say.
Since we parted, it's been 5 years. I wonder what she's doing now.
To my old home town, Shall I go back? Shall I go back home?
Yamabuki, and the morning fog. And a water mill.
Children's songs echoing in the North.
Ah,Ah, springtime in the North.
My brother is like my father. Neither of them talk very much.
I wonder do they ever. Drink together sometimes.
To my old home town, Shall I go back? Shall I go back home?