Last Night, I Dreamed Of Nippon.... I Saw A Cloud Of White Drifting Before The Sunset On Seas Of Opal Light. Beyond The Wide Pacific I Saw Its Mounded Snow Miraculously Changing In That Deep Evening Glow, To Rosy Rifts And Hillocks, To Orchards That I Knew, To Snows Of Peach And Cherry, And Feathers Of Bamboo. I Saw, On Twisted Bridges, In Blue And Crimson Gleams, The Lanterns Of The Fishers, Along The Brook Of Dreams. I Saw The Wreaths Of Incense Like Little Ghosts Arise, From Temples Under Fuji, From Fuji To The Skies. I Saw That Fairy Mountain.... I Watched It Form And Fade. No Doubt The Gods Were Singing, When Nippon Isle Was Made.