In fields where the wind softly sings,
Two hearts dance in the Ilocano breeze,
Their whispers carried by the gentle air,
Uniting souls under the northern skies.

The rice paddies bear witness to their vows,
Each grain a memory of shared dreams,
The golden sun sets with tender hues,
Reflecting love in its warm beams.

Beneath the stars, their stories unfold,
In the quiet of the Ilocano night,
Love’s language spoken in tender tones,
As time pauses in the moon’s gentle light.

Forever entwined, their spirits soar,
In the rhythm of the land they adore,
Their love a song of the Ilocano heart,
A melody that time cannot ignore.