Text
Twenty years
She’s striving for the future
but she’s buried in her past
All memories from yesterday
How long will they last?
Bright were her countryside,
in late summer nights
In the bottom of her rowing boat
Oh she felt alright!
When her father down by the shore
sang oldtime lullabyes
She recalls the lukewarm afternoons,
by the cottage near the lake
Her father hummin’ melodies,
picking apples for a cake.
A hard days work on the fields
couldn’t fade his inner steam.
-Tomorrow is a brand new day
to fulfill my dream
She was to young to understand
kept on playing in the sand
And years went by and suddenly
she was seventeen.
To pack her bags and say goodbye
was harder than it seemed.
That night her father told her
to get a decent man.
And later when they kissed goodbye
and he held her hand, he said
-I’ll be waiting here by the cottage and the land.
A frozen novembers day
her father passed away.
Alone in the wilderness
he had nothing more to say.
The church choir sang the hymn
and she was dressed in black
She hid all her memories
in a wornout sack
She left it in the oldmans house
saying -I ain\'t coming back
She follows her inner voice
under city lights
In the wonderful noice
that the glowing city brings
But poor were her attempts
not to think of him.
She’s driving to the cottage
To the house were she was born
Crashed are the windows
and some roof tiles are torn.
No ones ever been here
for atleast a twenty years.
She remembers when her father said
This was built with tears
and this house should last forever
keep you warm no need to fear
But nothing lasts forever
But Papa feel no fear