In fields where golden grains do sway,
Beneath the Ilocano sun’s warm ray,
Two hearts in quiet whispers find,
A love so pure, so gently kind.

The rivers flow with stories old,
Of lovers brave and hearts so bold,
Through seasons’ change and time’s embrace,
Their love endures in endless grace.

By moonlit nights and starlit skies,
They dream together, side by side,
A bond unbroken, strong and true,
In every dawn, their love renews.

And as the years weave through their lives,
Their love, like mountains, still survives,
An Ilocano tale of endless bliss,
Sealed forever with a tender kiss.