Upon the peak where the Namsan pines grow,
Watching the lights of the city below.
The N Seoul Tower stands silver and tall,
A beacon of hope that watches o'er all.
Its spire is a needle that pierces the blue,
With a coat of bright colors, a neon-lit hue.
Green for the air when the sky is so clear,
Blue for the days when no smog will appear.
The fences are heavy with thousands of keys,
Waving like metal leaves in the breeze.
The Love Locks of thousands, in yellow and red,
With promises made and with sweet words said.
Up in the heavens, the world spins around,
Far from the traffic and street-level sound.
A panoramic dream where the mountains and Han,
Join in the tapestry of a great master plan.
The cable cars glide like a bird on the wing,
While the buskers of Namsan continue to sing.
From the sunsets of gold to the midnight's deep glow,
It's the crown of the city that the travelers know.
Though the seasons may change from the snow to the heat,
And the millions of footsteps pass by on the street.
The Tower remains as a symbol of grace,
The heart and the soul of a magical place.