Testo Private Fires - Andreas Vollenweider, Carly Simon, Ernst Ströer

Private Fires

Even in the cold spells
Even in the roads
Like a frozen river
We would keep each other warm And we were happy here
With the soup on the fire
And the wind in the chimney
And the floors too cold for bare feet And we were happy here
Even when the rains came
And the storms broke the sea
With a whistle and drum
And the moon ran for cover
And the house shook all over
And the cats would hide under the bed But we were happy here
With our simple life
It was our whole life
And we were happy here
Before the news came
That the world was small
And the roar was loud
And not quite so distant after all
I remember how it felt before the fall
I remember the day when we heard the call
And the walls came down
And our perfect dream was gone But we were happy here
When the cries of our babies
Were the only cries
And our bad moods
The only bad moods Which we coaxed and stroked
Just like our own private fires But we were happy here before