I thought I was an island and the people were the sea
I never had a homeland until you came for me
I thought I was a river flowing to the sea
I never was a giver until you came for me

Without you there is no ocean,  without you there is no shore
Without you there is no heaven, without you can't take no more 

I thought I was a mountain head high in the sky
I never saw the fountain until you came by
I thought I was an ocean empty and so cold
I never knew emotion til I had you to hold

Without you there is no ocean,  without you there is no shore
Without you there is no heaven, without you can't take no more
 
Without you there is no ocean,  without you there is no shore
Without you there is no heaven, without you can't take no more

Without You

Jerusalem is burning


Young man stands by an open door , wonders why he went to war
Young man dying in the sand in a far off foreign land


Jerusalem is burning.  A city burning bright
Watch as our  dignity disappears into the night 


Young man dying in the surf, takes his last breath on earth
Young man now don’t get around , now he’s buried in the ground


Jerusalem is burning.  A city burning bright
Watch as our  dignity disappears into the night 


Young man watches the sun rise , will never see the skies
Young man walks a stoney path, wher each  step could be his last


Jerusalem is burning.  A city burning bright
Watch as our  dignity disappears into the night 


But still we send our boys to die,  ain’t we learnt to ask why
Stop and think about it please before you shed their hearts tears


Jerusalem is burning.  A city burning bright
Watch as our  dignity disappears into the night

Jerusalem is burning

Home is where my memories come from

There is a place where I would like to be,  this is the site  where I was born,
the holler where my father brought the coal  out of the darkness into the dawn.
The kitchen where my granny scolds „ boy don't  fiddle away your time“.
The kitchen was small and smelled of kale  and I decide to be a strong man.
    
Home is where my memories come from  
Home is where I grew up
Home is where my roots sprang from the ground
Home is where I come from

The meadows where my mother hung the fresh clean washings in the soot.
the grass was not green at all times  but soot brought bread and work.
There were hard men with hard faces,  who saw the doves that soar in the sky,
pit-head frames all arround us  and hard work in which man may die. 

Home is where my memories come from 
Home is where I grew up
Home is where my roots sprang from the ground
Home is where I come from

I'm gone far since those days but  rigor and  love stay with me.
I can not hide where I come from and in my heart I'm where I'm home

Home is where my memories come from 
Home is where I grew up
Home is where my roots sprang from the ground
Home is where I come from

Home is where my memories come from 
Home is where I grew up
Home is where my roots sprang from the ground
Home is where I come  from

home is where my memories come

Old Time music, not modern, not trendy, nothing for everyone ... just my music simply recorded with my guitar on my couch.......

WolfZ