| Lyric | Stories on Composing the Song |

        Drizzle on the mountains,

        Drizzle on the mountains—

        De-de, da-da,

        Da-da, de-de,

        De-de, da-da—coming down,

        Lightly landing on my face,

        Quietly seeping into the ground.

        I hear the birds singing,

        I sense the flower’s joy;

        In my heart, I feel so happy.

        Drizzle on the mountains,

        Drizzle on the mountains—

        De-de, da-da,

        De-de, da-da,

        De-de, da-da—coming down,

        Ye!  Coming down—

        De-da, de-da,

        De-da, de-da—

        How sincerely,

        How diligently,

        Letting everything receive nourishment,         

        Letting life possess nature’s love:

        This is the drizzle’s gift;

        This is the drizzle’s yearning.  

        Drizzle on the mountains,

        Drizzle on the mountains—

        De-de, da-da,

        De-de, da-da,

        De-de, da-da—coming down,

        Lightly landing on my face,

        Quietly seeping into the ground:

        This is the drizzle’s contribution.

        And more: understanding the lovely rain

        In my heart, I feel so happy.

        Drizzle on the mountains,

        Drizzle on the mountains—

        De-de, da-da,

        De-de, da-da,

        De-de, da-da—coming down,

        Ye!  Coming down—

        De-da, de-da,

              De-da, de-da—

        How sincerely,

        How diligently,

        Letting everything grow strong,

        Letting life possess eternal love.

        This is the drizzle’s hope;

        This is the drizzle’s yearning.

        And it is my yearning too.

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