The Karatachi Blossoms (Trifoliate Orange)

Lyrics by Hakushu Kitahara
Translation by Chikako Nakamura
& Saya L. Johnson
Music by Kosaku Yamada

The Karatachi blossoms are out
White, white are the little flowers.

The karatachi's prick is so painful
Blue, blue are its needle like thorns.

This karatachi forms a hedge for the field
Always, always I take the road that passes by it.

Come autumn, the karatachi bears fruit
Round round are its golden globes of citrus.

I wept by the karatachi
Everyone, everyone was so kind.

The karatachi blossoms are out
White, white are the little flowers.