The team is getting ready to visit Romania once again. I won't make it this year. I'm bummed out about it and it got me thinking about this song I wrote about Romania a few years ago. Thought I'd post the lyrics.
The preacher said, “We must be doers!”
“It’s not enough just to hear the Word.”
He spoke of children living in sewers
and the message of hope that they never have heard
We arrived there in December
We came as strangers but we left as friends
The warmest welcome that I can remember
That welcome is where this whole story begins
I love you Romania
Keep coming back to you again and again
I don’t speak the language or relate to the anguish
But the song that we sang said we’d always be friends
Yes the song that we sang said we’d always be friends
Inspired by your revolution
The way you felt back in ‘89
Ten years later I jump to conclusions
about the way things were back in Communist times
Always a people of passion
My bus driver kicked a man in his head
Thanks to espresso and jetlag I’m passing
the time every night lying awake on my bed (but)
I love you Romania
Keep coming back to you again and again
I don’t speak the language or relate to the anguish
But the song that we sang said we’d always be friends
Yes the song that we sang said we’d always be friends
In the Hotel Dambavista
A gypsy wedding kept me up all night
I slept in and ordered Dracula’s Pizza
when I pulled back the shades and the sun was so bright
Wanted to send home a message
I dropped by the Internet Café
The anger that I felt that I must confess is
As I choked on the smoke it cost me 10,000 Lei! (still)
I love you Romania
Keep coming back to you again and again
I don’t speak the language or relate to the anguish
But the song that we sang said we’d always be friends
Yes the song that we sang said we’d always be friends
From Ceausescu’s Palace to the poorest man’s home
From the mountains of Sinaia to the Black Sea Coast
Been everywhere, seen all there is to see
I made my way in Romania and
Romania made it’s way in me
