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He left with nothing in his hands
It's been three decades maybe more
He fought to put money in the bank
So maybe one day he would return
And someday build a house with a garden so green
And a cellar for the wine
And closing his eyes under the tree
Evening and morning he'll be there
"Forget about it", his son replied
"Why should you want to go now?"
If I think home, there appears the sea
I see the mountains right in front of me
I can see Rigi and from my hut a tear
I see the lighthouse shining upon me
And when it's dark, I see the lights of home
I see the blue sea embrace the stone
Oh, how I wonder if I should return
To rest my bones where my grandmother's
And time went by maybe too fast
His son insisted, "We're just fine"
"Why should you go, father, you're old
Poor traveling blue seas, you should stay here"
"Oh, no, no, I feel I'm still strong now
I'm tired and I've had enough
I'm sick of hearing 'Senor, caramba'
I think it's now I must return"
"You were born here, this is your land"
"I was born there and I am proud"
If I think home, there appears the sea
I see the mountains right in front of me
I can see Rigi and from my hut a tear
I see the lighthouse shining upon me
And when it's dark, I see the lights of home
I see the blue sea embrace the stone
Oh, how I wonder if I should return
To rest my bones where my grandmother's
As he did once before he simply left
And went back home to build there his own nest