Back in travel writer mode…
I wouldn't have the guts. Bravo. Good observation about kingdoms, rings true.
I wrote this after listening to a radio podcast with a man who had been there , and done that .
( I do not close my eyes )
If I close my eyes
Maybe the tears will start to flow
I remember beautiful days
Beautiful lives
Beautiful times
I remember the Tigris river flowing
I no longer live on the banks of the Tigris
Now I live in it , and the memories
The song , "Tadini"
Do you know who composed it ?
I do not know that
But I cannot forget
that I am Iraqi
and I was born in Baghdad
If the hair on my temples turns white
It is because it is the moon shining bright
On the water
I will come to visit you where ever you go
She said to me
I heard a man say
At the Al Zahari Tea House
In our youth ,
our memories store everything
As time passes , suddenly
I remember a song
Because it has beautiful words
That express feelings
that express life
Its about time to go back
To this music
Because I was born with this music
The music connects me to some kind of hope
To some kind of peace
I do not close my eyes
I do not cry
I hold the tears in my heart
With the river
and my memories
So the journey will go on and on and on and on .
---- The Musicians of Baghdad
I wouldn't have the guts. Bravo. Good observation about kingdoms, rings true.
I wrote this after listening to a radio podcast with a man who had been there , and done that .
( I do not close my eyes )
If I close my eyes
Maybe the tears will start to flow
I remember beautiful days
Beautiful lives
Beautiful times
I remember the Tigris river flowing
I no longer live on the banks of the Tigris
Now I live in it , and the memories
The song , "Tadini"
Do you know who composed it ?
I do not know that
But I cannot forget
that I am Iraqi
and I was born in Baghdad
If the hair on my temples turns white
It is because it is the moon shining bright
On the water
I will come to visit you where ever you go
She said to me
I heard a man say
At the Al Zahari Tea House
In our youth ,
our memories store everything
As time passes , suddenly
I remember a song
Because it has beautiful words
That express feelings
that express life
Its about time to go back
To this music
Because I was born with this music
The music connects me to some kind of hope
To some kind of peace
I do not close my eyes
I do not cry
I hold the tears in my heart
With the river
and my memories
So the journey will go on and on and on and on .
---- The Musicians of Baghdad