Danse Macabre - Cypress Tree Lyrics
Long I've roamed lands which are not mineAdmired Cappadocia, enjoyed Greek wineTea at the Bosporus, travelled the river RhineHeard the Lorelei sing, a song divineMy grave is easily foundAnd there I shall gladly beBuried in the shadowBeneath my cypress treeMy spirit travelled The HighlandsThe North Sea taught me humblenessMy mind got drunk by the beauty of FranceIn Bretagne and Ireland a Celtic danceMy grave is easily foundAnd there I shall gladly beBuried in the shadowBeneath my cypress treeNo trace of Helen at the remains of TroyBut her glorious beauty shining throughOn many a gracious peasant girlIn picturesque villages far belowWinds of Galicia, mountains of SpainPortuguese valleys, English domainSkandinavia, AlexandriaPassion for wandering, impossible to restrainMy grave is easily foundAnd there I shall gladly beBuried in the shadowBeneath my cypress treeWhen my time on earth is overAnd my journey has come to an endRemembering the white cliffs of DoverOr the breeze of our LowlandsOf our Lowlands
