he walks in memories
memories of a lovely homeland
where his heart still lives
where the beautiful enchanted oak trees
in wonder wisdom seemed to grew so tall
where the violets singing grew so sweet
it was a lovely homeland so long long ago
where a stream of memories do flow flow flow
in a land of happy innocence so long long ago
it was a dream a dream
where he kissed in German
where he spoke in German
where he loved in German
he said you'd scarce believe
how good it sounds the words
'I love you true' in German
It was a dream It was a dream
still the heart yearns
still the heart sighs
still the heart cries
in memories flies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed memories are beautiful. It carries us to world exotic world beautiful. World do loveable. You have penned it very well.