There is a reason why I came back to this place—came back here instead of to Canelli, Barbaresco or Alba. It is almost certain that I was not born here; where I was born I don't know. There is not a house or a bit of ground or a handful of dust hereabouts of which I can say: "This was me before I was born."
That you need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. Your own village means that you're not alone, that you know there's something of you in the people and the plants and the soil, that even when you are not there it waits to welcome you.
Round my hometown, memories are freshAre the wonders of my world
Home town, where the garden trees are shadyI'm going back to see those corny country cousins of mine
I've been looking for freedomsince I left my home town.
They have the timeIn Chicago, my home town.