Songs of Home

Does that count?

Well, it would count if the song is about "home", even if the silly dance does not match the music. ;)

Nice background scenes around the world, by the way. If people are always this happy...

About the poem, I have found a translation. It's about this earth that we all call home.

Stream of Life

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the lifethrob of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
 
I grew up 25 miles south of Newcastle-upon-Tyne in the NE of England. This song was almost the national anthem for the city by one of their most iconic groups Lindisfarne. For many it probably fits the "foreign language" category as well ;)

It's a short song from the 70's and I include the "translation" below. One time in Hawaii (1989), as the sun went down I stood in the sea with my 2 small kids and we all sang this together - great memory.


YouTube - Lindisfarne - Fog on the Tyne

Sittin' in a sleazy snack-bar
Snuckin' sickly sausage rolls
Slippin' down slowly, slippin' down sideways
Think I'll sign off the dole
'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine

Could a copper catch a crooked coffin maker
Could a copper comprehend
That a crooked coffin maker's just an undertaker
Who undertakes to be a friend
And the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine

Tell it to tomorrow, today will take its time
To tell you what tonight will bring
Presently we'll have a pint or two together
Ev'rybody do their thing

We can swing together, we can have a wee wee
We can have a wet on the wall
If someone slips a whisper that its simple sister
Slapped them down and slavered on their smalls
'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine ....
 

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