Christa ft. Alison Eales Lyrics

Goodbye, Leipzig, at fifteen

A cold wind blew where my home had been

If there was a future, no one knew

The many peaceful hearts displaced by the few

I try not to think of that dirty place

Haunted lines on every face

The drawn-out sighing

Of young dreams dying

In Berlin in '58

I met my British soulmate

Eddie, one day, would put down his gun

We moved to Gloucester in '71

When life is hard-fought

Gratitude is felt, not taught

Some folk will always be

Grateful

My husband is nine years gone

My six children, they live on

I skied every year with my sons

The memories are happy ones

All are pensioners now

Where did the time go?

When, and how?

I've seen much of the world, it's true

But I refuse to believe I'm through

I don't see so well these days

But when there's will, there's ways

I know I won't see it all

And maybe I can't manage long-haul

But still I ignore the constraints

I've had a good life – no complaints

I'll always be

Grateful

I will dance under silver moon

We will return to stardust soon