She'll rise with the sun
  she'll go and she'll come
  my Mammy Yoko.
  I'll drink of her tea in ceremony
  my Mammy Yoko - Mammy Yoko.
  she'll burn the incense my spirit to sense
  my Mammy Yoko.
  The slant of her eyes will show no surprise
  my Mammy Yoko.
  Mammy Yoko
  oh Mammy Yoko
  oh -
  Like an echo in my soul.
  
  Her story will flow of great mikado
  my Mammy Yoko.
  Her feet she did bind to be of her kind
  my Mammy Yoko - Mammy Yoko.
  A pearl in her hand from sea ofJapan
  my Mammy Yoko.
  The geisha holds the secrets of old
  my Mammy Yoko.
  Mammy Yoko
  oh Mammy Yoko
  oh - . ..
  The samourai cry the death of her child
  my Mammy Yoko.
  Hiroshima shows the sins of our souls
  my Mammy Yoko.
  Mammy Yoko
  Mammy Yoko
  Mammy Yoko
  Mammy Yoko. Mammy Yoko
  Mammy Yoko .