I Long for my Homeland

A soft song’s echo yet rings in my ear,
my heart, long ago, rocked peacefully here.
Old nursery songs, like memories, intone
a tale of a people orphaned, alone.
The leaves of the aspens sorrowfully quiver,
a plaintive sigh, like the wind, drifts aloft.
I long for my homeland, Danube, Tisza river
await, dreams more lovely, bird song more soft.