In the gentle glow of Ilocano nights,
Where the moon whispers tales of old,
Our hearts, like ancient rivers, flow,
Through valleys of love, bold and untold.

Beneath the canopy of stars so bright,
We weave dreams in shadows’ embrace,
Your laughter, a melody in the breeze,
Echoes softly in this sacred place.

The fields of green, our silent witness,
As we tread paths of whispered vows,
In every rustle of the golden grains,
A promise blooms, forever ours.

Oh, Ilocano love, tender and true,
In every sunrise, a new hope begins,
Together, we’ll write our timeless story,
In the heart of the northern winds.