Maybe I was skittish among
Only you, my loved ones, owned my heart.
Racing into hiding, I would know,
Given time, the foreigners would go:
Here was home, in which they had no part.
As though I knew my fate, I dodged all dangers;
Nor could I alter it, for all my art.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: The Scent of Cedars. By Philipp Weigl.< Performed by Philipp Weigl at the Free Music Archive under an Attribution License.