My daydreams they take me back
To that wonderful city of my birth,
... stuck between the flowing river
... and the rolling mountains,
my own little heaven here on earth.
I remember the all so many places
The parks where I'd lay me down,
... the sun, the hills and the daffodils
... I'll be back, oh yes I will,
long before they lay me underground.
Now, whether I'll live there again
I just cannot say,
... I am still a citizen at heart
... some memories still give my heart a start,
and leave me regretting having moved away.
But nothing else could be done
Perhaps I love my hometown more than before,
... maybe it's a good thing too
... a different perspective, a visitor's view,
endless fascination, never really bored.
Yes, perhaps I love it more this way
And perhaps that is the way it's meant to be,
... when I return I'll fall in love again
... I'll be rediscovering myself then,
for that city's as much a part of me
as I am a part of that city.
My daydreams they take me back
To that wonderful city of my birth,
... stuck between the flowing river
... and the rolling mountains,
my own little heaven here on earth.
Copyright © 1986 Hans Raffelt, All Rights Reserved.
