When the restless North Sea is
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trying to gain more land
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And a merciless west wind
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steals my breath
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When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches
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Plain as an endless desert
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Or uttermost vile storms are
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Teaching my people humbleness
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Then one can see my land resist
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There one can see my land fight
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As gloomy grey skies
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Cast away the northern sun
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I turn home.... Always turn home
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I turn home.... Always turn home
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And our cities and villages
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Representing centuries and centuries
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Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall
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Or the rivers turn into Gold
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I turn home.... Always turn home
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I turn home.... Always turn home
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Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
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Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland!
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Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
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Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
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Our cities seem to drown
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Due to eternal rainfall
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I watch the rivers
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Turn into Gold
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Under a genial sun
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When snow capped forests
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Create visions larger than life
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Then I realise where I belong
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My eyes have seen the continents
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The beauty of foreign civilisations
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An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander
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Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering
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The splendour being mine (make me turn home)
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Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
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And father time seems to have less grip
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Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
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There my land can be found
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I turn home.... Always turn home
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I turn home.... Always turn home
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Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
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Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland!
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Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
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Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
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Fatherland
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Ancient Rites |