Where The Church-bells Still Ring

My countryside, you gave me

everything you had.

The sweet perfume of roses

and the smell of baking bread.

The black-tailed swallow on the wing

and the village school so old.

Your summerdays were blazing hot

and your winters icy cold.

Where the church-bells still ring

and the nightingales sing,

where we spent our youth

so long ago.

Where we played in the park

and we kissed in the dark,

I will always stay here

where I belong.

Where the church-bells still ring

and the nightingales sing,

I will always be here,

even dead and gone.

How I recall,

our childhood passed away.

Messin' around the backyard,

hide and seek we used to play.

My pockets full of jellybeans

that felt like bars of gold.

Your summerdays were blazing hot

and your winters icy cold.