In Germany before the war
There was a man who owned a store
In nineteen hundred thirty four
In DsseldorfAnd every night at five o nine
He'd cross the park down to the Rhine
And he'd sit there by the shoreI'm looking at the river, but I'm thinking of the sea...
I'm 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 grey
Reflected in his glasses
As he watches her.A little girl has lost her way
With hair of gold and eyes of grey...I'm looking at the river, but I'm thinking of the sea...
Thinking of the sea... I'm thinking of the sea...
I'm looking at the river, but I'm thinking of the sea...We lie beneath the autumn sky
My little golden girl and I
And she lies very still...