October 1, 1939

Lyrics
We are travelling, through a flat, beautiful landscape Writes my grandmother Ancient forests; trees like bewitched figures, thickets of shrubs In 1939 Farmlands, small wooden houses Blue lakes, green village ponds Her father arrested, then released Now and then, cattle Earth covered with high grasses Fake passports Enchanting places, where one Would like to stop A steamship from Hamburg to Havana Now, a small wooden church Now, a village train depot Six months on an island I wish Then New Orleans I wish I could Then a train to Los Angeles I wish I could describe Where she keeps a diary I wish Which I read on a different train I wish I could describe each place to you Almost eighty years to the day...
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Gabriel Kahane