I am not nostalgic person though my past still clings to me
And I still hear the chaffinch singing on the leafy alder tree
And though he sings in a green valley more than half a world away
He is near me very near me in my heart he sings today.
I am not nostalgic person though for my homeland I've shed tears
When I'd come home from the bar room and had drunk too many beers
And the next day I remember at my conduct I felt shame
And of course I found the scapegoat 'twas the liquor was to blame.
I am not nostalgic person for my homeland I don't pine
It's a problem with some migrants but such problem is not mine
If I constantly felt homesick I would buy my ticket home
But I harbour no such feelings and nostalgia I've outgrown.
I am not nostalgic person I am not afraid to say
That I like the land I live in though my homeland's far away
But I still can hear the dipper where the river meets the rill
And I still can hear the skylark pipe above the bracken hill.
I am not nostalgic person I don't pine for my homeland
But why some people feel so homesick not so hard to understand
In their new land they can't settle 'for awhile I felt that way'
But the yearning that I felt then with me did not seem to stay.
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