(To the tune of “Take Me Home, Country Roads” by John Denver)<\/p>\n
Almost heaven, Transylvania
\nEast Carpatians,
\nCold Prahova river.
\nI lived long there
\nLurking in the trees
\nHunting in the mountains
\nDrifting on the breeze.<\/p>\n
Box of earth, be my home
\nBe the place I belong
\nTransylvania brought to London,
\nBox of earth, be my home.<\/p>\n
All my powers root themselves there
\nSuperstitious peasants live in terror
\nMountain refuge, under moonless sky,
\nSalty taste of warm blood
\nWolf-pack in full cry.<\/p>\n
Box of earth, be my home
\nBe the place I belong
\nTransylvania brought to London,
\nBox of earth, be my home.<\/p>\n
I hear its voice
\n‘Cross the salty seas it calls me
\nScent of earth reminds me of my castle far away
\nAnd flying in the dark I get the feeling
\nThat I should have been home yesterday, yesterday<\/p>\n
Box of earth, be my home
\nBe the place I belong
\nTransylvania brought to London,
\nBox of earth, be my home.<\/p>\n
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