__ Tune – The Old Oaken Bucket

How dear to our hearts are the scenes of old Weihsien
When fond recollection presents them to view
The court yards, the main roads, the well trodden by ways, paths
And every loved spot where we stood in a queue
The beautiful garden , the wide spreading shade trees
The birds whose gay songs start the day with good cheer
But foremost among them a holding our mem’ries
The wonderful people that dwell with us here.
They’re folks that we eat with
They’re folks that we play with
They’re folks that we live with
The best of all here.

They’re preachers and teachers and doctors and nurses
Professors, musicians, and artists a few
They’re blonde and brunette and ones and all in between ones
They’re old ones and young ones and wee babies too

They’re Catholic fathers and busy Dutch cleansers
They’ve fashions in headgear and gowns without end
We list to the talk that betrays many nations
But all of them now are just neighbors and friends
They’re folks that we eat with
They’re folks that we play with
They’re folks that we live with
The best of all here.

When we are far away will mem’ries throng
Of Weihsien as we knew it in tale and song?
And as we sit imbibing ice-cold tea
Will we remember soup in kitchens three?
And as we motor o’er country wide
Think of the garbage cans we dumped outside/
No matter where we roam when once we’re free
Weihsien will ever be part of you and me.
No matter where we roam when once we’re free
Weihsien will ever be part of you and me.