Her Weapons Are a Smile and a Little Fan

Her weapons are a smile and a little fan. Sayonara, sayonara . Her bent neck like that of a stork Seeking a jewel of heart in the ground !

Her wisdom is folded sweet in her bosom. Sayonara, sayonara . . . Her flapping robe like a cloud That follows a lyric of butterfly !

Her song is on her tips of naked feet. Sayonara, sayonara . . . Beat of her wooden clogs Playing the unseen strings of love !