When the restless North Sea is
trying to gain more land
And a merciless west wind
steals my breath
When the fierce
waves are pounding on the beaches
Plain as an endless desert
Or uttermost vile storms are
Teaching my people
humbleness
Then one can see my land resist
There one can see my land fight
As gloomy grey skies
Cast away the northern
sun
I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home
And our cities and villages
Representing
centuries and centuries
Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall
Or the rivers turn into Gold
I turn home.... Always turn
home
I turn home.... Always turn home
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Keep on turning to my
Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Our cities seem to
drown
Due to eternal rainfall
I watch the rivers
Turn into Gold
Under a genial sun
When snow capped forests
Create
visions larger than life
Then I realise where I belong
My eyes have seen the continents
The beauty of foreign
civilisations
An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander
Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering
The splendour being mine
(make me turn home)
Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
And father time seems to have less grip
Where castles and
towers are the sole mountains
There my land can be found
I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn
home
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my
Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
