A Touch of Class

2005-11-30

Wanderer

If home is where the heart is, and your heart is scattered across four continents, then where is home?

Wanne ich þenche þinges þre
ne mai neure bliþe be:
þat on is ich sal awe,
þat oþer is ich ne woth wilk day.
þat þridde is mi meste kare,
i ne woth nevre wuder i sal fare.

When I think [on these] things three
[I] may never blithe be:
The one is I shall away,
The other is I know not which day.
The third is my most care,
I know not whither I shall fare.

the end of the road

You'll remember me / when the west Wind moves — Sting