Home to My City


From the rolling green hills of Roßtal...


A street up to the horizon, I´m riding in my van.
This was a very long journey, now I´m coming home again.

I hope my wife is still there, a golden ring I bought her.
Nights on the beach I promised her, but it´s just this love that we share.

A town up to the horizon and I´m coming home.
I´m gonna get pretty nervous ´cause I don´t feel alone anymore.

I´m going home to my city ´cause this city is my home,
Home to my city, it´s the place where I was born.
Home to my city, it´s the place where I belong.
This city is my home and this city is my own.

I remember our old club, there were all my friends
And I hope that they remember me. I hope we´re gonna shake hands.

I´m getting more and more nervous ´cause I´m arriving now.
Nothing has changed very much, but where is my house?

I´m going home to my city ´cause this city is my home,
Home to my city, it´s the place where I was born.
Home to my city, it´s the place where I belong.
This city is my home and this city is my own.

An old man told me that they took my house away,
My wife has gone long time ago. She didn´t want to stay,
And I think and I think ´bout these forgotten days,

Home to my city, yeah yeah.
Home to my city, yeah yeah.
Home to my city, yeah yeah.
Home to my city, yeah yeah

So the old man told me where she lives now and I´m looking for her.
Up to now I couldn´t find her. I hope it´s still our love that we share.

I´m going home to my city ´cause this city is my home,
Home to my city, it´s the place where I was born.
Home to my city, it´s the place where I belong.
This city is my home and this city is my own.

I´m going home to my city ´cause this city is my home,
Home to my city, it´s the place where I was born.
Home to my city, it´s the place where I belong.
This city is my home and this city is my own.


Foto: Kerstin Polster
© 2007 Sheesong Publishing