For that land where a scrap of bread is picked up
From the ground out of reverence
- For Heaven's gifts...
- I am homesick, Lord!...
For the land where it's a great travesty
To harm a stork's nest in a pear tree,
For storks serve us all...
I am homesick, Lord!...
For the land where we greet each other
In the ancient Christian custom:
- "May Christ's name be praised!"
- I am homesick, Lord!...
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I long still for yet another thing, likewise innocent,
For I no longer know where to find
- My abode...
- I am homesick, Lord!
For worrying-not and thinking-not,
For those whose yes means yes --- and no means no ---
- Without shades of grey...
- I am homesick, Lord!
I long for that distant place, where someone cares for me!
It must be thus, though my friendship
- Will never come to pass!...
- I am homesick, Lord!
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