Hello Forrest,
Thank you for your comments. Now
make yourself a cup of hot tea, sit back, and I'll tell you a story about
Bressanone...
Several years ago, I fell deeply in
love with a young woman, and also with a part of northern Italy known as South
Tyrol. It borders Austria, just south of the Brenner mountain pass which
separates Italy from Austria.
South Tyrol used to be joined with
North Tyrol (now a part of Austria) and West Tyrol (now a part of Switzerland).
The people of this area speak a dialect of German. But since Tyrol was divided
and South Tyrol became a part of Italy, all the place names are in both German
and Italian.
Anyway... I once worked for
Greenpeace many years ago, where I met a young woman who melted my heart. We met
while on a retreat in California's Yosemite National Park. After the retreat,
she returned to the Colorado Greenpeace office, and eventually went back to
school in New York state. I returned to the San Diego Greenpeace Office, and
eventually went back to my home in the Yukon, Canada.
Over the months we stayed in touch. Soon we discovered that we would both be
close again. She was going to study art in Florence, Italy, and I was going to
live in Munich, Germany performing with a rock band called "Marching Powder"...
ahhhh yes, Marching Powder... but that's another story.
When we were both in Europe, we made arrangements to meet in a place that was
close to being between Florence and Munich. This was the South Tyrolian town
called "Brixen" in German, or "Bressanone" in Italian. Bressanone is a beautiful
town surrounded by small villages high in the mountain valleys with churches
ringing and sheep in the meadows, and the awesome peaks of the Dolomite
mountains towering beyond.
We spent several days exploring the
mountain villages and each other's hearts. And when the day came for her to
return, I took her to a train station in a nearby village, and we said goodbye.
It was very sad to be going our own ways again. With tears in my eyes, I got on
a bus and headed for the train station in Bressanone. During the short 40 minute
bus ride, I fell asleep. And while I slept, I had a dream in which I could hear
this song, complete with the words and music. When I awoke, I got off the train
and went to the nearest coffee shop to write the words and music on a napkin, so
I would not forget.
It was years later when I finally
recorded the song. I will always have a place in my heart for her... and for
that village... and for this song.
Thank you for listening. Now... off
to bed with you!!!
:-)
Matthew
2、歌词
Here I stand in Bressanone
with the stars up in the sky
Are
they shining over Brenner
and upon the other side you would be a sweet surrender
I must go the other way
And my train will carry me
onward though my heart would surdly stay
Wo my heart would surely stay
Mow the clouds are flying by me
and the moon is the rise I have left stars behind me
they were disamondsin your
skies
You would be a sweet
surrender
I must go the other
way
And my train will carry me
onward though my heart would surely stay
