Guirim-ville
Should ever I go back to Guirim-ville,...
It would be in the spring when marigolds bloom,
Oh, the hibiscus I know would still be there,
And the garden rose would brighten up the gloom.
Should ever I go back to Guirim-ville,
One thing is sure I'd not be seventeen,
As a young lad when I played there in the field,
But memories stay with me I can’t conceal.
How fresh the memory keeps for still I feel,
The falling monsoon rain and lush green fields,
And see again the fireflies in the night,
As I did so long ago when I was there.
Dreams of youth in that now distant day,
I did not heed, my heart did not reveal,
And now I know that I’m far away from home,
Far away from that old cottage at Guirim-ville.
In search of work to a far and distant shore,
Left my folks there so long ago,
Though I've sailed far from that sun-drenched land,
I've never found what I have left behind.
Oh the memories of my carefree and playful youth,
Is now but ashes and only fond memories dwell,
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar,
But I think I'll still go back to Guirim-ville.
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar,
Yet I think I'll still go back to Guirim-ville,
Yes I think I'll still go back to Guirim-ville
