Back in the days of my childhood In the evening when everything was still I used to sit and listen to the foxhounds With my dad in the old Kentucky hills
I used to like to listen to the tales of the old men who sat around the old park square But the piddlers and the whittlers and the checker boards're gone
There's a world of difference when faith is in a heart It stands out like sunlight, life becomes so dark And when those around me ask me why I dare to
Oh Lord you know I have no friend like you If heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do The angels beckon me from heaven's open door And I can't feel
THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME (Albert E. Brumley) « © '52 Acclaim Music » This world is not my home I'm just a passing through My treasures
This world is not my home I'm just a-passin' through My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue The angels beckon me from heaven's open door And
Your heart will always be my home No matter where I go No matter what may come You'll be my shelter in the storm A harbor safe and sound Where only true
io che sono stato sempre altrove non so dove di continuo via su strade nuove ma tu sei il mio nord l'est il sud e l'ovest e anche se sto con te di te
Words & music by Suzanne Jennings, David Phelps & Guy Penrod. Just an ordinary day in Heaven, lookin? down the Streets of Gold. You can hear the strings
My pa, he came home quiet as the evening in his worn out shoes I could tell by his shoulders That he had the blues He said, "Son, you're mother's gone
The waves are breaking on the wall The queen of roses Spreads her arms to fly, shed falls If I had wings I'd cut them down Live without these dreams
Jump on the tube Just to see you My heart's in a tunnel baby what can I do? So walk it off and plant your seed You take me over there is that just what
I'm breathless I can't speak at all When I think of myself exactly like everyone In our lives we get told who we are This world is full of judgment
When I die they're gonna bury me in Jersey, I just know it man. I'll be a cold-cocked bag of bones weighed down with stones and sunk in the swamps of
La mia patria non ha vessilli Ne' bandiere Non ha confini ne' frontiere Non e' un posto di potere La mia patria e' dove metto Giu' il sedere E bevo insieme
Burnin Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no... Went to New York to cut my first LP Ridin down
Well I'm tired, so tired of getting up and wasting another day I wish the picture on the wall would still say it all But now yesterday is so far away
Übersetzung: An Cat Dubh. Mein jüngster Sohn kommt nach Hause Heute.