Eiheiji stands in silent grace Tojinbo cliffs, the winds embrace Maruoka’s keep through years remains Dinosaur echoes in the plains Mikatagoko, lakes that gleam Obama’s shores, a quiet dream Awara’s steam, soft and light Yokokan garden in moonlight Ichijodani, where samurai stay Katsuyama snow melts away In Eiheiji, monks’ footsteps fall Through the cedar trees so tall Ancient chants in morning air Timeless wisdom lingers there Fukui, the sea and stone Stories carved and softly known Fukui, the skies unfold Nature’s touch in fields of gold Feel the breeze at Tojinbo’s edge Waves crash loud against the ledge Through Obama, fishers call Sunset colors paint it all Mikatagoko, waters still Reflect the seasons on each hill Awara’s warmth begins to rise Healing souls beneath the skies Fukui, the sea and stone Stories carved and softly known Fukui, the skies unfold Nature’s touch in fields of gold Eiheiji stands in silent grace Tojinbo cliffs, the winds embrace Maruoka’s keep through years remains Dinosaur echoes in the plains Mikatagoko, lakes that gleam Obama’s shores, a quiet dream Awara’s steam, soft and light Yokokan garden in moonlight Ichijodani, where samurai stay Katsuyama snow melts away