Gulls fly in the sky,
Way, way up so high,
The mountain soars up into the air;
Snow on the mountain is scattered everywhere!

The lake doesn't quite look like an ocean,
The Fisherman stands fishing paused in motion,
The pines around the mountain. . ----- everything reflects in the lake;
To you this place doesn't look real but for me this place certainly isn't fake!

The only blue in the sky is in the shape of a gull the rest is white,
I shall strive to see this place with all my might,
On one side there is a rocky bank;
The Fisherman is in shallow water so he hasn't sank!

The pine and fur trees are standing in a row around the base of the mountain,
I so want to see this place again and again,
The lake's water looks cold, clear and blue;
The Fisherman's back is turned towards us so he hasn't seen me or you!

The Fisherman is fishing but when he gets home he'll have his fish and cooked rice,
This place is so beautiful,
No wonder people call it;
Fisherman's Paradise!

~Marian~