In Germany Before The War There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty-four In Dusseldorf And every night at five-o-nine
He´d cross the park down to the Rhine And he´d sit there by the shore
I´m looking at the river But I´m thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea I´m looking at the river But I´m 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´m looking at the river
But I´m 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