She'll rise with the sun
she'll go and she'll come
my Mammy Yoko.
I'll drink of her tea in ceremony
my Mammy Yoko - Mammy Yoko.
she'll burn the incense my spirit to sense
my Mammy Yoko.
The slant of her eyes will show no surprise
my Mammy Yoko.
Mammy Yoko
oh Mammy Yoko
oh -
Like an echo in my soul.
Her story will flow of great mikado
my Mammy Yoko.
Her feet she did bind to be of her kind
my Mammy Yoko - Mammy Yoko.
A pearl in her hand from sea ofJapan
my Mammy Yoko.
The geisha holds the secrets of old
my Mammy Yoko.
Mammy Yoko
oh Mammy Yoko
oh - . ..
The samourai cry the death of her child
my Mammy Yoko.
Hiroshima shows the sins of our souls
my Mammy Yoko.
Mammy Yoko
Mammy Yoko
Mammy Yoko
Mammy Yoko. Mammy Yoko
Mammy Yoko .