Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree
在老橡树上系黄丝带　　
　　
　　 I‘m coming home; I‘ve done my time. Now I‘ve got to know what is and isn‘t mine. If you received my letter telling you still want me, if you still want me. Tie a yellow ribbon ‘round the old oak tree. It‘s been three long years. Do you still want me? If I don‘t see a ribbon ‘round the old oak tree, I‘ll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me, if I don‘t see a yellow ribbon ‘round the old oak tree.　　
　　
　　 Bus driver, please look for me, ‘cause I couldn‘t bear to see what I might see. I‘m really still in prison, and my love she holds the key. A simple yellow ribbon‘s what I need to set me free. I wrote and told her please.
　　　
　　 Now the whole danm bus is cheering, and I can‘t believe I see a hundred yellow ribbons ‘round the old oak tree. I‘m coming home.