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Authentica - Wéi meng Mamm nach huet gesponnen / A Long Time Ago Follow Authentica at www.authentica.lu This nostalgic ballad, written by Edmond and Michel Lentz, dates back to 19th-century Luxembourg. The song offers a reflective journey into childhood and times past, where the narrator fondly recalls watching their mother at the spinning wheel. It evokes themes of the passage of time and the impact of industrialization, highlighting a bygone era when traditional crafts like spinning were integral to daily life. Through its heartfelt lyrics and evocative melody, the song captures the essence of nostalgia and cultural heritage. Music: Edmond Lentz (1852-1899) Lyrics in Luxembourgish: Michel Lentz (1820-1893) Arrangement: Martina Menichetti Vocals, flutes, keyboard, lyrics in English: Martina Menichetti Acoustic Guitar: Cyril Yabroudi Percussion: Amit Dhuri Audio Recordings: Jean-Luc Desorbay, Musicz.lu Audiomixing: Musicz.lu Filming, Camera and Video Post Production : Navid Razvi Camera assistance: Marie Romanova © Meni Media Productions 2024 Supported by Oeuvre | Fonds stART-up Lyrics: As the rays of sun were shining On my mother’s spinning wheel Golden dreams I used to harbour As I sat upon her knee Oh, if only I could hold All the love her smile could show It was all such a long time ago. Wéi meng Mamm nach huet gesponnen, an ech bei dem Riedche souz. Du huet lauter séileg Stonnen D'Freed mir bruecht an hirem Schouss A wéi schéin déi gëllen Dreem an der Kannerzäit doheem, Wéi meng Mamm nach huet gesponnen. Zanter ass meng Mamm gesponnen An um Späicher d'Riedche steet, Si meng gëllen Dreem verschwonnen, An ech weess vun Tréin a Leed. Oh, wann ech nach emol séiss Bei dem Riedchen hir zu Féiss! Wéi meng Mamm nach huet gesponnen.