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 doesn’t exist

Wherever I am I’m 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 doesn’t exist

The forest so near and the fields always green

The rain and the mist can’t 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 doesn’t exist

They say you are the capital of the province

But I don’t care: They don’t 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

It’s good that they can’t find you in the rain and the mist

Homesick to you - they cannot know how it is

I know, it is good, and it’s good as it is

Ending: |: (Harp) :|