That ancient tree, don’t let it fall

那棵古树，不要让它倒下，

Until old age is knelling;

哪怕暮年的钟声正在敲响；

So many things it can recall,

它能回忆起多少事情，

What tales it could be telling.

它可以讲出怎样的故事。

We once did see its blossom-haul

Each branch with fruit was swelling.

我们曾见它繁花胜雪，

That ancient tree, don’t let it fall,

每根枝条上果实都在膨胀。

You must not think of felling!

那棵古树，不要让它倒下，

你不要想着将它砍伐！

Now to be journeying I yearn

But yet the truth in part is

现在我渴望着旅行，

One does but travel to return,

但部分事实是，

For home is where one’s heart is.

旅行只是为了归来，

When this old tree stands blossom-tall,

因为家才是人心的归宿。

I’m nearly home it’s telling;

That ancient tree, don’t let it fall,

当老树再次开花，

You must not think of felling!

那是它告诉我就快到家；

那棵古树，不要让它倒下，

你不要想着将它砍伐！