Roots

That is where I come from, That's is where I belong,

Those are my Roots,

To be back there -my heart longs.

The sky is bluer than the seas,

The golden sunlight strikes the big trees.

Over the hills where the Sun rises fast,

Where new dreams and hopes forever last.

That's my home, that's my village,

Locked in my heart's cage.

Where we come from, tells who we are,

It's where the rivers surround you near and far.

Old temples and Forest deep,

Adorning the century long tradition,

Culture the place safely keeps.

The bright fresh grass on the field,

The little white calf's running when the farmers yield.

They might live on money Less,

But their heart is all full,

Even with difficulties and tough times their burdens they pull.

The sky's all bare,

You can see the stars fair,

No halogen bulbs can block them there.

That is where I come from, That's is where I belong,

Those are my Roots,

To be back there -my heart longs.