Here I will never hear the blue-jay's song elated
Here a tree with wig of snow I will not find
But in the shade of all these solitary pines
All my childhood, reincarnated
The tingling of the needles is gone
Homeland I will call, a snowy distant dream
Greenish frost and ice enclose a mountain stream
A stranger's land, a foreign tongue in song
I remember those snow-capped mountains
And a song on F.M.93
Oh my darling, I have grown with you
But my roots on both sides of the sea
Perhaps only the migrating birds can ever know
As they're suspended between the heavens and
The earth below
The pain I feel as I am torn
I have been planted and replanted with the pines,
And it is with them I have grown
But still my roots spread over-seas
In a dichotomy of home.
