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A bus of yore
Stops at desire
I get off where the ham
Starts with the first wall
The forest scents in the cottages
A chapel's little tower hangs over
A heavy cart is to be carried
By a horse up the hillside
Sun all over the border
The hillside full of heath
And now my soul do penance
And heart bear the burden
So this is my county
This is my youth
And this is my home
This is the home of mine
I lived many dreams
I got to know the world
It is many days
It is many years
That the wind had swept everything
Only the longing remained
My god I want to go back home
My god I want to go back home
Through the mountains of rock
From the stormy world
On an overgrown passageway
On my toes I come
With a tiny soul
I look if the smoke puffs
From our building
And I don't know if I may
I don't know if I may
Enter like once
I know I know well
That the life did not wait
That the door you know
After all the years with the old key
You hardly can open
You hardly can open
I lived many dreams
I got to know the world
Where ten bare days
Is a thousand fruitless years
When the wind has swept everything
Only the longing remained
My god I want to go back home
My god I want to go back home