Joane Reinholdt

Land Of My Own

From the day I was born I knew I was the wild one
And I longed to be accepted by the old ones
Who told me to be a pretty girl living in a normal world
But I didn´t care...

I grew up in a town where they really loved their smalltalk
In the window mirrow they could watch the sidewalk
So I packed up my bags and left my home leaving the land of my own
And I didn´t care...

There´s a land in my heart I belong to
There´s a place I cant give away
There´s some people who speak to my mind
and I know that some day I will live in the land of my own
I will live in the land of my own

Here I am in the streets between the carsmoke and the noise
Here I am with my talent but I didn´t have a choice
I was the black sheep of the family caught in a trap with my energy
Still I didn´t care...

Waving goodbye to the Thames the Tower and the Bridge
Leaving all parts of town the poor and the rich
Sailing the seas I´m on my way to the habour so far away
And now I do care...

There´s a land in my heart I belong to
There´s a place I cant give away
There´s some people who speak to my mind
and I know that some day I will live in the land of my own
I will live in the land of my own


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