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My grandparents on both sides were immigrants from Lithuania, arriving in South Africa in the early 1900s... I researched their background, and also found fascinating stories about my paternal ancestors which goes back to the 1600s...amazing!

Lyrics

Desperate Hands (Home)
by Mel Green © MelGreen Publishing, 2009

I have been a stranger here
This place is now my home
But the country I once came from
I  remember when I’m alone

Generations settled here
Some with families, some alone
The plains and mountains crossed until
They made this land their own

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We came from many foreign lands
We were Looking for the streets of gold
So many just found shifting sands
Only desperate hands could hold

Picked up our things and carried them
Sometimes in the dead of night
Heavy hand, cruel fist and unjust deeds
We left them far from sight

We cannot forget them
We cannot forget our homes
We can’t ever forget the places
Or countries we once came from

Faded photographs are priceless
Recollections are so fine
Everything remembered
Is tempered by the sands of time

I was once a stranger here
This place is now my home
And the country that I once came from
I  remember when I’m alone

We came from many foreign lands
We were Looking for the streets of gold
So many just found shifting sands
Only desperate hands could hold

Only the desperate hands could hold
Only the desperate hands could hold