Sepia

Mit Oma im Rosengarten
An ewigen Sommertagen
So viel Licht in ihren Augen
Hoffnung hält einen am Laufen

Prise derrière le rideau de fer
Loin de chez elle, elle a tant souffert
Si huet fir eis Wuel weider gefouert
Si huet eis hiert Duerf lieweg bruecht

Sepia photos, worn and frayed
Pricеless treasure of bygonе days
Last connection to her home
To return, her only hope

Vivid colours of her home
With her stories, escaped the monochrome
Imbued our minds with the sounds and scents
Sense of belonging confined to the past tense

Life has to move on, or so we believe
The prospect of home led her not to grieve
Hope springs eternal, but hope can deceive
She'd never return before she'd leave

Sepia photos, worn and frayed
Priceless treasure of bygone days
Last connection to her home
To return, her only hope

In the town she loved after so many years
Walking through the streets, her tales ring in my ears
Holding photos up, nothing seems the same
But this is still her town, so I'm glad I came

Sepia photos, worn and frayed
Priceless treasure of bygone days
Last connection to her home
To return, her only hope

Sepia photos, worn and frayed
The comfort of her exiled days
Last connection to her home
Never returned, never lost hope