Private Fires - Andreas Vollenweider

Even in the cold spells

Even in the roads

Like a frozen river

We would keep each other warm And we were happy here

With the soup on the fire

And the wind in the chimney

And the floors too cold for bare feet And we were happy here

Even when the rains came

And the storms broke the sea

With a whistle and drum

And the moon ran for cover

And the house shook all over

And the cats would hide under the bed But we were happy here

With our simple life

It was our whole life

And we were happy here

Before the news came

That the world was small

And the roar was loud

And not quite so distant after all

I remember how it felt before the fall

I remember the day when we heard the call

And the walls came down

And our perfect dream was gone But we were happy here

When the cries of our babies

Were the only cries

And our bad moods

The only bad moods Which we coaxed and stroked

Just like our own private fires But we were happy here before