I've lived in a city, I've lived in a town,
in a sixteen high flat, with antennas as crown.
I've lived in the States, in my own home land,
but there's one thing I want you to understand.
In none of them places my soul came to rest
and mind you, I was trying my utmost best.
But cities are noisy, they rush without looking,
got fat at fast food, missed my own home cooking.
Then one day I found us a sweet little farm,
in the South of my land, where bees still swarm.
Where I can pick apples, right from the tree
and where nature's beauty is overwhelming me.
I actually can feel the seasons go by,
when autumn storms fiercely roam the sky
and winter is painting the land all white,
while summer displays her colourful sight.
I hear early birds sing their songs of love,
some larks swirl down from clouds above.
Hedgehogs and mice eat the fallen fruits
and I am at peace, I have found my roots.
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