1) I was in a strange country for a long time,
far from my dear homeland,
but I never could forget where I had always lived so happily.
Even when strange good fortune struck me, it drove me back again
All my thoughts, all my longing went and still goes to the place
where I once lived
2) As I walk into my dear small town past
the old turnpike,
To my left the water mill greets me, grey with its weathered wier,
The linden tree greets me on my right and the ivy covered church
Both are my dear friends from my youth as a child of eight.
3) Reflecting as I go, I think to myself:
Alas, how distant is youth, so far away, so far!
But as I stand here at the house, I can hardly believe my eyes,
the place where I lived my innocenct years, where I dreamed my
4) Nostalgia brings tears to my eyes, as I come
up to my old home.
Oh, how everything changes as time goes by.
Father and dear Mother have slumbered a long time in the lap of
the cool earth,
Brother, sister, all the dear ones sharie in part the same fate
5) Some whose hearts stood close to mine went
likewise to the grave,
Those who wished me well, as I went to the strange country.
That is how it should be. And even if each dear heart rests in
Each person who lives here, all, all of them are good.
6) As I walk down the road, everything seems
There rises up the church that has watched the centuries go by,
Where I often prayed as a child, that place so worthy and so dear,
which remained in my memory all my life, always the same.
7) I also see the old school as I never saw
it as a child;
Images from long ago come back to me again.
Sacred place, where I once learned world wisdom and Christ's teachings,
That I always faithfully preserved for my well-being and to honor
8) And when I go now through forest and fields along
each way calls to me and leads me to happy moments.
Then I look at so many places where I went merrily to play,
Oh, how joy strikes in my heart when I sing of the homeland.
9) You may praise other towns, but only one feels
right for me,
Because I praise and love Ramsdorf, only Ramsdorf draws me,
Only in native meadows good fortune smiles on me,
only in a bed of homeland earth will I have lasting peace.
Ramsdorf, August 1, 1906