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Over pale yellow fields - shy and timid
Is a dawning morning - mostly cloudy and new.
And the earliest birds
belt their morning appeal
At the rusty farm gate
until it eventually fell.
And it doesn't take long
till the thoughts are dreamed away
here at the B 96
And the world stands still, here in the back Woods
And the heart beats quietly and old.
And the hope hangs on the garden fence
and hardly a person ever comes along.
In the back Woods
Where my house is
Nice to be back.
Hiding under hey
Lie things from you.
But also a 3/4 childhood - dented and battered.
And since 20 years
burning a light above the table
And since 10.000 years
Tear people's mouths
about anything and everything
So everything is the same
here at the B 96
And the world stands still, here in the back Woods
And the heart beats quietly and old.
And the hope hangs on the garden fence
and hardly a person ever comes along.
In the back Woods
Where my house is
Memories are catching up to me
Nice to be back.
And the world,
Stands still,
here in the back Woods.
And the heart,
beats calm,
here in the back Woods.
And the world,
Stands still,
here in the back Woods.
And the heart,
beats calm,
here in the back Woods.
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