Lyrics of Liu Ziling's "old folks"

Folks

I was born in a small mountain village

There are my folks there

The beard is full of stories

There is a local accent in the simple smile

Call me by my breast name

Call me by my breast name

How much intimacy

How much love

How happy are you

Folks

Ah, folks

My hardworking and kind folks

Ah, folks

Folks

A tree is a thousand feet tall and never forgets its roots

I have lived in many small mountain villages

My folks are everywhere

Millet rice brought me up

Teach me how to be a man in the wind and rain

Take me on my way when I leave

Take me on my way when I leave

How many exhortations

How much to expect

How much affection

Ah, folks

Ah, folks

My hardworking and kind folks

Ah, folks

Ah, folks

A tree is a thousand feet tall and never forgets its roots

Ah, folks

Ah, folks

My fellow citizens who share weal and woe

Ah, folks

Ah, folks

A tree is a thousand feet tall and never forgets its roots

A tree is a thousand feet tall and never forgets its roots