Saudades da Minha Terra
Débora Miranda
Longing for My Land
On a cold afternoon, the gray sky
Window banging as the wind blows
Without asking permission, longing came in
Ah! How far away I am from my land
How I miss the house in the mountains
The smell of the flowers in my garden
Oh! Lord! Help me bear this loneliness
That keeps hitting hard in my heart
That I am here carrying your word
Ah! How I miss
My loved ones
My parents, my siblings, and friends
Whom I left behind praying for me
Lord, if I don't return to my country
May you teach me to be happy here
I am your servant, I believe in You
Ah! How I miss the crowded worship services
The joy of the youth, the hymns sung
The happy children smiling at me
Lord, how I miss those elderly folks
Who saw me grow up and care for me
It's all kept in my heart
And here I am carrying your word
Ah, ah, ah, longing for my land, longing, longing
Ah, ah, ah, longing for my land, longing, longing
Ah, ah, ah, longing for my land, longing, longing
Ah, ah, ah, longing for my land, longing, longing
