Between the clouds
A patch of blue
A million million flashes of silver

Raining down
In puddles and streams and rivers
Into the bay… the water shines

Iwashi, Iwashi, City of Sardines

The cats come down
Down from the mountains
They line the shore and wait patiently

With lanterns and nets
The people gather
The children laugh, the trumpets ring

Iwashi, Iwashi City of Sardines

So many years of uncertainty
Of promise fading, dissipating
Hungry no more. Fulfilled and full and finally provided for

Iwashi, Iwashi!

©2018 Gunnar Madsen/ASCAP
GM: Synths, sound design, Voices. Frances England: Voices