I have a cottage in the Alps
She is my destiny
When times are tough and nothing helps
She always comforts me.

I have no deed, no key, no claim
But she is surely mine
The mat shows someone else's name
But I'll be there in time.

Her meadow painted emerald green
So soft beneath bare feet
Bright alpine lilies fill the scene
My soul will be complete.

Tall peaks of Innsbruck to the East
Grenoble to the West
She feeds the eyes a lavish feast
She holds my mind at rest.

Dank ashcan heaps and subway grates
Comprise my current view
But patiently my cottage waits
I'll do what I have to.

The hands of fate will drag me out
Lift me across the sea
This fortune looms without a doubt
Because it's meant to be.