'Tis festal night in old Japan so fair,
And ev'rywhere is joy and laughter 
The fire-flies shimmer,  lanterns glimmer, 
And o'er the radiance there comes a fragrance
Of scented flow'rs that fill the golden hours
Bringing back the mem'ries of a happy day.
The world was new, dear,  I'd found you, dear, 
And you stole my heart away.

For it's poppy time in Yokohama, 
And I think of you, Asama, mine, 
I can see the land of all my dreaming 
where the sweet wisterias twine. 
There's the same old moon in all its splendor
Rising o'er the temples of Hosan
As each breeze blows love grows
And it's poppy time in old Japan

One sunny day I had to sail away
And leave my Geisha maid behind me 
In Yokohama, where, Аsama, 
You would be yearning for my returning,
And when I came back to the land of flowers
I found you had vanished like the morning dew.
The world seems blue, dear, with out you, dear, 
For you took the sun shine, too.

For it's poppy time in Yokohama ...