Echoing Sentosa

The sun arises,
And brighten the skies;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the rush,
Sing louder around
With the bells' happy sound;
While our bond shall be seen
On the Echoing Sentosa.

Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
The sand laughs at our play,
And soon they all say:
'Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth time long
On the Echoing Sentosa.'

Till everyone is weary,
No more can be merry;
The sun heads to west,
And our sports have to end.
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening Sentosa.