Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
Where Ilocano whispers flow,
Love’s tender touch softly weaves,
Through the night, our hearts believe.

In fields where the rice sways,
Under stars’ eternal gaze,
We find solace in each glance,
In the rhythm of our dance.

Mountains echo love’s sweet call,
As rivers in harmony fall,
Binding us in nature’s grace,
In our hearts, a sacred space.

With each dawn, a promise new,
Ilocano love, pure and true,
In the whispers of the night,
Our souls take their gentle flight.