A Folk Song of Heritage and Roots
This folk song captures the essence of my heritage – from the Baltic and Germanic lands, to the British Isles and Hungary, and the strength of those who came before me. It reflects their struggles, traditions, and the way their legacy continues in me today.
Lyrics:
From the cold Baltic shores, where the pine forests grow,
Through the highland mist, where the wild rivers flow,
Came the hands of my fathers, strong-hearted and free,
Weaving their stories, now flowing through me.
Oh, the North winds call, and the South seas sigh,
Through mountains and valleys, beneath endless skies,
From Scotland’s green hills to the Danube’s wide stream,
The people before me still walk in my dreams.
Through the Black Forest deep, where the echoes run wild,
Lived the Germanic kin, where once they were a child,
With hands skilled in craft and their voices in song,
They built up their homes and stood proud, bold, and strong.
By the cliffs of old Albion, where the white waves crash tall,
My Scottish forebears stood, unbowed by the call,
Through battle and hardship, their hearts stayed so true,
With tartans and bagpipes, their voices still grew.
Oh, the North winds call, and the South seas sigh,
Through mountains and valleys, beneath endless skies,
From Scotland’s green hills to the Danube’s wide stream,
The people before me still walk in my dreams.
By the waters of the Danube, where stories run deep,
My Magyar-born kin laid their dreams down to keep,
With songs of the old world and steps full of grace,
They carried their past to this faraway place.
Through toil and through hardship, through laughter and pain,
Their blood runs within me, like soft summer rain,
No matter the distance, no matter the years,
Their voices still whisper and call through my ears.
Oh, the North winds call, and the South seas sigh,
Through mountains and valleys, beneath endless skies,
With a heart full of wonder, I walk where they’ve been,
For their journey’s not over – it lives on in me.