mi tawa nasin seme? mi tawa nasin loje anu jelo anu laso anu walo anu pimeja?
mi kama ma mama
lon ma nasin kulupu sin ala li lukin:

waso lili li toki musi sewi en anpa.

waso ma ale li toki musi pona li tawa kulupu
kalama poki pi kalama jelo li pakala e kon

jan sona, jan taso, jan sin ala li toki musi tawa palisa ona lon poki ma poka telo suli, soweli waso sewi li sona e toki ona


Sat in the dawns light was happy Jack EnVann.
He sang of the blue of the sky and the breeze off the fields, in his gold shoes he gaily ran.
He wore Green trousers and socks with red robins on.
He lives in a house built in to a purple hill where the river springs from the earth round a dandelion. 

He stopped by the foam of the sea and through the hole in his hat talked to the polony.
I have wandered far and all over the land said he.
Everywhere I turned to, I found trouble so I was driven to travelling.
Near Goring I sat on the bare ground, my hopes all unravelling.
But by a cottage, by a mountain stream was a Foutain of white wine.
Compared to jarry or honey it tasted more fine.


On the road, passing places I've been before, long ago.
The moon shines bright, when I've been here, it never shone before.
Through the lanes, once I ran, chasing desperately a hope now doomed.
Now I've passed this road again, will I return? I don't know.

The harness jangle, cuts through the night.
The horses hooves, tell a story of the good old days.
How I wish you were beside me, you would make my heart glad.
Like in the time that has gone.

On the road, passing places I've been before, long ago.
The moon shines bright, when I've been here, it never shone before.
Through the lanes, once I ran, chasing desperately a hope now doomed.
Now I've passed this road again, will I return? I don't know.

In the sky, the falcon's crying up above from the horizon in the clouds.
It sends my head spinning faster, I spent too long in the pub.
Though my body is seated here, my poor mind is with the clouds.
It is going further away, going though another land.

On the road, passing places I've been before, long ago.
The moon shines bright, when I've been here, it never shone before.
Through the lanes, once I ran, chasing desperately a hope now doomed.
Now I've passed this road again, will I return? I don't know.