When the restless

North Sea is trying to gain more land

And a merciless west wind steals my breath

When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches

Plain as an endless desert

Or uttermost vile storms are

Teaching my people humbleness

Then one can see my land resist

There one can see my land fight

As gloomy grey skies

Cast away the northern sun

I turn home

Always turn home

I turn home

Always turn home

And our cities and villages

Representing centuries and centuries

Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall

Or the rivers turn into

Gold I turn home

Always turn home

I turn home

Always turn home

Fatherland

I always turn to my

Fatherland

Fatherland

Keep on turning to my

Fatherland

Fatherland

Always turn to my

Fatherland

Fatherland

I always turn to my

Fatherland

Our cities seem to drown

Due to eternal rainfall

I watch the rivers

Turn into

Gold Under a genial sun

When snow capped forests

Create visions larger than life

Then I realise where

I belong My eyes have seen the continents

The beauty of foreign civilisations

An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander

Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering

The splendour being mine

Make me turn home

Where castles and towers are the sole mountains

And father time seems to have less grip

Where castles and towers are the sole mountains

There my land can be found

I turn home

Always turn home

I turn home

Always turn home

Fatherland

I always turn to my

Fatherland

Fatherland

Keep on coming to my

Fatherland

Fatherland

Always turn to my

Fatherland

Fatherland

Always turn to my

Fatherland