Olive Tree: Echo's Celtic Ballad of Mourning

The Olive Tree - by Chyi Qin

Do not ask me where did i come from?

For my hometown is faraway from here.

Why am I wandering here?

Wandering far, wandering still.

For those little birds that are flying in the air

For those clear streams between the mountains.

For those wide and spacious grassland

Wandering far, wandering still.

But there is more

For that olive tree from my dream,

the olive tree

Do not ask me where did i come from?

For my hometown is faraway from here.

Why am I wandering?

Why am I wandering a far off.

Wandering for that olive tree in my dream