Lyric

Kenrokuen, gardens grand

Kanazawa’s gold in every hand

Noto’s cliffs where oceans sing

Wajima’s markets, morning brings

Kaga’s steam, a healing flow

Hakusan’s peaks with winter snow

Yamanaka’s art, colors weave

Shiroyone’s fields at sunset’s eve

Chirihama’s waves beneath the sky

Tsurugi’s slopes, standing high

Kanazawa’s streets with gold dust shine

Craft and culture intertwine

Through Kenrokuen, the petals fly

Seasons change but never die

Ishikawa’s light, the sea and hills

History flows, the craft instills

Ishikawa’s shore, where dreams align

Nature and art forever entwine

Feel the breeze from Wajima’s coast

Lacquerware, the artisan’s boast

In Kaga, waters softly gleam

Spa towns whisper like a dream

Hakusan’s path, through clouds and stone

Ancient forests call you home

Chirihama, where cars may glide

Ocean’s breath by your side

Ishikawa’s light, the sea and hills

History flows, the craft instills

Ishikawa’s shore, where dreams align

Nature and art forever entwine

Kenrokuen, gardens grand

Kanazawa’s gold in every hand

Noto’s cliffs where oceans sing

Wajima’s markets, morning brings

Kaga’s steam, a healing flow

Hakusan’s peaks with winter snow

Yamanaka’s art, colors weave

Shiroyone’s fields at sunset’s eve

Chirihama’s waves beneath the sky

Tsurugi’s slopes, standing high