Long I've roamed lands which are not mine Admired Cappadocia, enjoyed Greek wine Tea at the Bosporus, travelled the river Rhine Heard the Lorelei sing, a song divine
My grave is easily found And there I shall gladly be Buried in the shadow Beneath my cypress tree
My spirit travelled The Highlands The North Sea taught me humbleness My mind got drunk by the beauty of France In Bretagne and Ireland a Celtic dance
My grave is easily found And there I shall gladly be Buried in the shadow Beneath my cypress tree
No trace of Helen at the remains of Troy But her glorious beauty shining through On many a gracious peasant girl In picturesque villages far below
Winds of Galicia, mountains of Spain Portuguese valleys, English domain Skandinavia, Alexandria Passion for wandering, impossible to restrain
My grave is easily found And there I shall gladly be Buried in the shadow Beneath my cypress tree
When my time on earth is over And my journey has come to an end Remembering the white cliffs of Dover Or the breeze of our Lowlands
Of our LowlandsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
