I'm dreaming of...

...well, home really, first and foremost, and I guess this song would be more appropriate to my state of mind now (and I swear it will bring a tear to the eyes of every homesick reader). But I am, I must confess, dreaming of a white Christmas, like in the famous Bing Crosby song. Even though it is alledgedly the most popular Christmas song of all times, it is not my favourite Christmas song (I do, strangely enough, prefer the religious Christmas carols to the profane ones), but I do feel like it now. I miss the snow (which is not everywhere in Québec this year), it saddens me greatly that I will not even see one snow flake for Christmas (because there might even be record heat, boy sometimes this country sucks and at the very worst time). So I relate to the song. I do listen to it, but I sing it very often. Enough to irritate my colleagues at work. It is another strange oddity of me: I listen to religious Christmas carols, but I sing the profane ones. Anyway, here it is.

I'm dreaming of home

"I hear the mountain birds
The sound of rivers singing
A song I've often heard
It flows through me now
So clear and so loud
I stand where I am
And forever I'm dreaming of home
I feel so alone, I'm dreaming of home

It's carried in the air
The breeze of early morning
I see the land so fair
My heart opens wide
There's sadness inside
I stand where I am
And forever I'm dreaming of home
I feel so alone, I'm dreaming of home

This is no foreign sky
I see no foreign light
But far away am I
From some peaceful land
I'm longing to stand
A hand in my hand
...forever I'm dreaming of home
I feel so alone, I'm dreaming of home"

Let's start by a bit of triviality before I get down to serious business. Tonight I will teach for the first time in a bit more than a year. It is on behalf of a language school, for one student. I feel a bit rusty, but I think I will be all right. I should be happy, but it's not exactly the kind of teaching I wanted to do, I thought when I started working in Liverpool that language schools were below my skills and that I would finally be a real, full-time lteacher. How the mighty have fallen (not that I ever was that mighty to begin with, but still).

Since inspiration hasn't quite arrived yet, since I am feeling homesick, with Christmas coming and everything, and since I forgot to put it on Remembrance Day or Remembrance Sunday, I have decided to put here I'm dreaming of home, which I discovered in the movie Merry Christmas/Joyeux Noël (a nice movie, by the way). And I just found out that Natalie Dessay sings in the movie version of the song, so that's another reason to like it. This song illustrates perfectly the longing of the expatriate like myself.