Lyrics: Zhao

Composer: Yang Qingshan

Singing: Li

Wherever I go,

I can't leave my hometown very far.

The old elm tree in my hometown

A string of fish money and two hexagrams

The narrow path of Old Guardian

A horse running a cart.

On the heatable adobe sleeping platform in my hometown.

Sitting cross-legged with my mother.

Oh, hometown, hometown

Oh, hometown, hometown

Home is a needle.

A needle stuck at the tip of the funeral March.

Home is a needle.

A needle stuck at the tip of the funeral March.

Wherever I go,

I can't leave my hometown very far.

In the fish pond behind the village

Swimming with that fat duck.

On the low courtyard wall

Hang a big pumpkin

My mother is in my hometown.

The wind blew up the rough coat.

Oh, hometown, hometown

Oh, hometown, hometown

My hometown is a pot of wine.

Full of endless words

My hometown is a pot of wine.

Full of endless words

Oh, hometown, hometown

Oh, hometown, hometown

My hometown is a pot of wine.

Full of endless words

My hometown is a pot of wine.

Full of endless words