Kusatsu’s steam, the night will glow Haruna’s lake, where winds will flow Tomioka’s threads, the loom will hum Ikaho’s steps, where waters drum Mt. Myogi’s cliffs, the skies will rise Oze’s path, with endless skies Takasaki’s peace, the Daruma gaze Shima’s blue, through misty haze Numata’s gorge, the rivers sing Kiryu’s looms, where echoes ring Through Kusatsu’s mist, the springs will sing Yubatake’s warmth in early spring Haruna’s mirror shows the skies Holding clouds as mountains rise Gunma, where the rivers call Through the peaks and valleys tall Gunma, the winds will play Feel the light with each new day Feel the peace at Ikaho Stone steps rise where waters flow In Tomioka, threads unwind Weaving stories left behind Myogi’s cliffs will pierce the sky Carved by time as years pass by Oze’s trail will bloom with gold Through the marsh, the tales unfold Gunma, where the rivers call Through the peaks and valleys tall Gunma, the winds will play Feel the light with each new day Kusatsu’s steam, the night will glow Haruna’s lake, where winds will flow Tomioka’s threads, the loom will hum Ikaho’s steps, where waters drum Mt. Myogi’s cliffs, the skies will rise Oze’s path, with endless skies Takasaki’s peace, the Daruma gaze Shima’s blue, through misty haze Numata’s gorge, the rivers sing Kiryu’s looms, where echoes ring