Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polish Daughter, artist - Christian Kjellvander. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Polish Daughter |
| She was a sinner like all other guardians |
| For of her daughter she was proud |
| Went to the market on the third Sunday again |
| And there she vanished in the crowd |
| Oh it wasn’t long ago you suckled to her breast |
| And how your eyes exploded as you took your first |
| Breath |
| Now the lading days return and the want beckons the yearn |
| To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest |
| Forlorn but for the best |
| Immigrants come and emigrants go |
| Tell me why is it like that? |
| Emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind |
| Ones' emaciation an others' fat |
| Oh it wasn’t long ago you suckled to her breast |
| And how your eyes exploded as you took your first |
| Breath |
| Now the lading days return and the want beckons the yearn |
| To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest |
| Forlorn but for the best |
| Crying emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind |
| Touching all the trees to see if there was one with bark like mine |
| In denial we worried that this was never meant |
| And on trial in the wake of all the prayers we never sent |
| And it wasn’t long ago you suckled to its breast |
| And now your eyes implode as you take your last breathe |
| Now that lading days return the want gives into yearn |
| Returning to your nest you lay your head to rest |
| Forworn but for the best |