Throw down your sword
Take off
Remove your burden
You've nothing to lose
No
Don't carry it all to trip
Don't carry it all for the sea
These eyes are something
The crows left behind
Three bells are striking
Please come
It's my wedding day
I'm to be married
Underneath the weeping willow tree
The whole town will be there
It's my fortune
These eyes are something
The crows left behind
These eyes are something
The crows left behind
These eyes are something
The crows left behind
These eyes are something
These eyes are something