When the restless North Sea is   trying to gain more land   And a merciless west wind   steals my breath   When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches   Plain as an endless desert      Or uttermost vile storms are   Teaching my people humbleness   Then one can see my land resist   There one can see my land fight   As gloomy grey skies   Cast away the northern sun      I turn home.... Always turn home   I turn home.... Always turn home      And our cities and villages   Representing centuries and centuries   Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall   Or the rivers turn into Gold      I turn home.... Always turn home   I turn home.... Always turn home      Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!   Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland!   Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!   Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!      Our cities seem to drown   Due to eternal rainfall   I watch the rivers   Turn into Gold   Under a genial sun   When snow capped forests   Create visions larger than life   Then I realise where I belong   My eyes have seen the continents   The beauty of foreign civilisations      An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander   Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering   The splendour being mine (make me turn home)   Where castles and towers are the sole mountains   And father time seems to have less grip   Where castles and towers are the sole mountains   There my land can be found      I turn home.... Always turn home   I turn home.... Always turn home      Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!   Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland!   Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!   Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!