Kosovo, oh Kosovo
All my sorrow's weep.
You took my land, you took my life,
From farm to castle keep.
On a road to nowhere,
Fearing for my life.
Cold, wet and homeless,
I've lost my child and wife.
My son ran afoul of,
A soldier's rifle butt.
They raped my wife and killed her,
But I did not give up.
And so I've come to this place,
Between heaven and earth.
To live or die as is my station,
The sky my roof and the ground my berth.
And someday, oh someday,
To return and reclaim the scorched earth.
Of Kosovo, oh Kosovo.
The motherland of my birth.
Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull