| forgotten aims and destinations | |
| i have seen the downs of life | |
| when i reflect on what you've done | |
| tearful moments will survive | |
| i don't care what you are sayin' | |
| i was displaced, i felt quite torn | |
| between the so-called promised land | |
| and the place where i was born | |
| a thousand days have passed away | |
| it's so long, that i've been gone | |
| words i'd lost, but found again | |
| time goes by and life goes on | |
| that's my city's coat of arms | |
| where coal dust is everywhere | |
| where my feet first touched the ground | |
| there i breathe a familiar air | |
| you are my comfort, you are my joy | |
| you make me feel complete | |
| you belong to me | |
| you are everything i need | |
| all my roads - they lead to you | |
| all my road - they still tend west | |
| where my feet first touch the ground | |
| i want to be laid to rest | |
| a silver-coloured church | |
| a rooted lime green tree | |
| two silver mining hammers | |
| a red lion above me |