In germany before the war
There was a man who owned a store
In nineteen hundred thirty-four
In dusseldorf
And every night at fine-o-nine
He壇 cross the park down to the rhine
And he壇 sit there by the shore
I知 looking at the river
But I知 thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
I知 looking at the river
But I知 thinking of the sea
A little girl has lost her way
With hair of gold and eyes of gray
Reflected in his glasses
As he watches her
A little girl has lost her way
With hair of gold and eyes of gray
I知 looking at the river
But I知 thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
We lie beneath the autumn sky
My little golden girl and i
And she lies very still
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