Kakunodate’s bloom, the samurai stay Oga’s flame, where demons play Tazawa’s blue, the lake will gleam Yokote’s snow, a lantern dream Nyuto’s springs, the steam will rise Shirakami’s green, the endless skies Namahage’s call, through mountain winds Kiritanpo’s fire, the warmth begins Dakigaeri’s gorge, where rivers sing Senshu’s park, where seasons cling Through Kakunodate, petals fall Samurai shadows line the wall Tazawa’s lake reflects the sky Where the moon will softly lie Akita, where the fields will shine Golden waves in harvest time Akita, the winds will call Feel the earth, beneath it all Feel the heat of Oga’s drum Through the hills, the spirits hum In Nyuto’s spring, the mist will weave Through the forest, never leave Dakigaeri, the streams will glow Through the gorge, the waters flow Namahage’s voice will ring Through the night, the devils sing Akita, where the fields will shine Golden waves in harvest time Akita, the winds will call Feel the earth, beneath it all Kakunodate’s bloom, the samurai stay Oga’s flame, where demons play Tazawa’s blue, the lake will gleam Yokote’s snow, a lantern dream Nyuto’s springs, the steam will rise Shirakami’s green, the endless skies Namahage’s call, through mountain winds Kiritanpo’s fire, the warmth begins Dakigaeri’s gorge, where rivers sing Senshu’s park, where seasons cling