Hello, I haven’t been around for a while. Unfortunately, I haven’t had much time for music in recent years—we’ve had two kids :). Lately, I’ve been experimenting a bit with lyrics again, mostly nostalgic ones. Here, I’ve tried to capture the place where I grew up in a text... I’d really appreciate any feedback and suggestions for improvement.

As you can see, I am not a native speaker in English...

Lat 47.4556/Lon 15.9806

I was born right here, where the forest meets the town,
Where church bells chime and brass bands play around.
Riding through the fields, the warm wind from the south,
With friends in the alleys, feeling home’s true mouth.
We’d stand on the meadows as summer days would start,
Fifty kilometers to the highway, that’s apart.

Chorus
This is where I’m from,
This is where I was born.

Verse 2
Here’s a small shop serving folks in a row,
In old houses with gardens where wildflowers grow.
There are inns that no one really dares to roam,
Meals on the table by noon, waiting at home.
Balloons float high above the valleys in view,
And words can be heavier than deeds we pursue.
Endless green fields in a gentle embrace,
The last of the snow often melts without a trace.

Chorus
This is where I’m from,
This is where I was born.

Verse 3
You can take folks from the village, but not the village from them,
And I’m not quite sure what this means in the end.
Now I stand at the crossroads by the old inn’s sign,
Taking a deep breath, leaving the past behind.
To show you who I am and where I came to be,
Up the hill, where the sun still shines for me.
Give me a clap and a hug, that’s the way,
This is my path and my home, where I stay.

Chorus
This is where I was born,
This is where I’m from.