Lyrics

I will remain here Among the hills of my youth I shall stay here And search for the hidden truth Among the hawthorn And the flowers that unfurl... No, I'll not be travelin' To the other side of the world I watch all the boats sailing out to sea I say, "What have I got to do with thee?" I will remain here And search for the hidden truth In the bird's nest And all kinds of seas Blown by the wind, here From all manner of countries