A Touch of Class

f. rainne


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 movesSting