I recall the mountains back home
The stony hills where I used to roam
Just drifting along so easy and slow
Oh, but that was long ago
I recall the days of my youth
The days before I started seeking the truth
My absent thoughts so sweetly did flow
Oh, but that was long ago
I recall the old steeple bell
And that old priest who cursed me to hell
That little white church in the valley so low
Oh, but that was long ago

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN