Arirang, arirang, arariyo
Over the arirang pass I go.
I know not how long my Journey will be
Yet it’ll be still carrying my sorrow.
Arirang, arirang, arariyo
Alone over the hill I go.
Flowers have withered and birds are gone.
Only the vain dream does case my sorrow.
Arirang, arirang, arariyo
The day’s bright yet my heart darker does grow.
Wretched I am and my ex-cart rolls on
Alas; my sorrowful mind he would not know.
Arirang, arirang, arariyo.
Today east tomorrow west as I go.
I sang arirang in a mournful tune.
My journey will carry my sorrow.
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Instrumental arrangement by Harold Hattori.
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