Home in the Pudlach Forests
Morning walks in the Pudlach Forests between Neuhaus and Lavamünd #
This land is your land, and this land is my land, This land was made for you and me #
Eisplatz der Dorfgemeinschaft Pudlach am 6. Jänner 2025 vor dem Tauwetter #
Home From the Forest
Where have all the flowers gone ?
And the icy wind did blow
The water seeped into his shoes
And the drizzle turned to snow
His eyes were red, his hopes were dead
And the wine was runnin‘ low
And the old man came home
From the forest
As he stumbled in the street
A dozen faces stopped to stare
But no one stopped to speak
For his castle was a hallway
And the bottle was his friend
And the old man stumbled in
From the forest
The old man made his way
His ragged coat around him
As upon his cot he lay
And he wondered how it happened
That he ended up this way
Getting lost like a fool
In the forest
A vision did appear
Upon his mantle shining
A face of one so dear
Who had loved him in the springtime
Of a long-forgotten year
When the wildflowers did bloom
In the forest
And she called him by his name
And then he heard the joyful sound
Of children at their games
In an old house on a hillside
In some forgotten town
Where the river runs down
From the forest
Pudlacher Eiche
Above the canyon streets
And the con men con but life goes on
For the city never sleeps
And to an old forgotten soldier
The dawn will come no more
For the old man has come home
From the forest
For the old man has come home
From the forest
Where the river runs down
From the forest
And the old man came home
From the forest
