Lyric

Beneath the golden light of Tejo’s tide

I hear the whispers of the skies

Each stone holds dreams it tries to hide

Lisbon keeps my hope alive

I’ll return to Lisbon with a heart so wide

With longing

With arms open

With my story inside

I’ll return to Lisbon where the clocks move slow

Where the fado sings what I still hold

In narrow streets, the silence speaks

With voices lost to time and tears

The tiles recall the tales we seek

And the sea still draws me near

Oh saudade, you don’t let go

Oh sweet city, you cradle my soul

I’ll return to Lisbon with a heart so wide

With longing

With arms open

With my story inside

I’ll return to Lisbon where the clocks move slow

Where the fado sings what I still hold

And as I walk your sacred stone

I feel my soul reborn, not alone

Every corner, a silent verse

Every gaze, a blessing and a curse