那棵古树，不要让它倒下，

That ancient tree, don’t let it fall

哪怕暮年的钟声正在敲响；

Until old age is knelling;

它能回忆起多少事情，

So many things it can recall,

它可以讲出怎样的故事。

What tales it could be telling.

We once did see its blossom-haul

我们曾见它繁花胜雪，

Each branch with fruit was swelling.

每根枝条上果实都在膨胀。

That ancient tree, don’t let it fall,

那棵古树，不要让它倒下，

You must not think of felling!

你不要想着将它砍伐！

Now to be journeying I yearn

现在我渴望着旅行，

But yet the truth in part is

但部分事实是，

One does but travel to return,

旅行只是为了归来，

For home is where one’s heart is.

因为家才是人心的归宿。

When this old tree stands blossom-tall,

I’m nearly home it’s telling;

当老树再次开花，

That ancient tree, don’t let it fall,

那是它告诉我就快到家；

You must not think of felling!

那棵古树，不要让它倒下，

你不要想着将它砍伐！