Standard (EADGBE)
When I was young you taught me the pain
I learned that a lot of things were in vain
When I was a young man you showed me the way
But whatever happened there was no doubt to stay
Stay in the city that doesnt exist
Wherever I am Im missing your flair
The smell of baking-powder everywhere in the air
I know the malls in London, Paris and Rome
Amsterdam, Copenhagen, but I wanna get back home
Home to the city, that doesnt exist
The forest so near and the fields always green
The rain and the mist cant conceal what I see
You are the place, where I will spend my life
The ground of my roots and sometimes my pride
Although they say, you doesnt exist
They say you are the capital of the province
But I dont care: They dont know any inch
Never sat near the lake watching the sun rise
Never stood on the fortress when the autumn wind cried
Let them believe in their trash I know you exist
Outro
Its good that they cant find you in the rain and the mist
Homesick to you - they cannot know how it is
I know, it is good, and its good as it is
Ending: |: (Harp) :|