Iya no kazurabasha, kumo no yu no gotoku Kaze mo fukan noni yurayura to Fukan noni fukan noni kaze mo Kaze mo fukan noni yurayura to Iya no kazurabasha yurayurayuredo Nushi to te o hikya kowakunai Te o hikya te o hikya nushi to Nushi to te o hikya kowakunai Kohike kohike to hikasete oite Arai hosoi no nasho tateru Arai no aria no hosoi Arai hosoi no nasho tateru Kohiki baasan otoshi wa ikutsu Watasha hikigi to unai doshi Hikigi to hikigi to watasha Watasha hikigi to unai doshi

The vine bridge in Iya, like a spider's web Sways even though the wind doesn't blow The wind doesn't blow, the wind doesn't blow It sways even though the wind doesn't blow The vine bridge in Iya sways But don't be afraid, your husband's hand will steady it Your husband's hand, your husband's hand Don't be afraid, your husband's hand will steady it I work hard, I keep on milling But still the grains are too coarse Too coarse, too coarse Still the grains are too coarse How old are you, milling old woman? As old as my grinding rod My grinding rod, my grinding rod As old as my grinding rod

    DAVE'S ROOM
    Inside my real apartment

        DAVE-SENSEI
        My schools, teachers and students

            IYA-BEN
            The quirky dialect of Iya

                HOME OF THE HEIKE
                About the people who ran away to Iya