Ballad: Matchmaker

Story of a North Korean Women Helping South Koreans Marry North Korean Women

Match Maker

South for looks

North for beauty

Like a compass, their united

The only way

For us to say, we can keep in stay

Put men from South

Women of North

Like a match

Its wood and fire

That’s what matters

South and North’s ladder

Reminisce leaving North

With my daughter to the Shore

Her eyes looking sore

In epic china’s border

Still, dreams became reality

South wanted tradition

North had what it takes

That’s my job, matchmaker

Now it makes some Sense

Making matches for our freedom

No matter what, we still relate

Got what it takes

For God sakes

Unite Koreans

God, we live like flakes

That’s my job, matchmaking

For the freedom, not the fame

Now it makes some sense