I came across the hills and there I saw that old oak tree
Where I had kissed and I had left sweet brown-eyed Marileen
I listened and I heared his greenly whispers of their love
Welcome stranger, welcome at home
I strolled along the shaddy ways like I did long ago
The violets were blooming and some people said hello
And there my papa came his good old hands still full of lodes
Welcome stranger, welcome at home
Yes, I was saying before me for
I looked around me and I saw the old house
It was in cracked paint
And all those smokey mountains surrounding me in total
And I felt life be and then suddenly
I knew that I was just daydreaming
Strange faces, strange houses around me
And nobody saying to me
Welcome stranger, welcome at home
But there will come a day
The luckiest day in life for me
When I shall cross the hills
And meet sweet brown-eyed Marileen
When mama bakes a cake
And all those smokey mountains glow
Welcome stranger, welcome at home
Welcome stranger, welcome at home
Writer(s): Hans Hee, Franz Frankenberg, Wolfgang Roloff
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