And if one day I should become. A singer with a Spanish bum. Who sings for women of great virtue. I'd sing to them with a guitar. I borrowed from a coffee bar. Well, what you don't know doesn't h
Imagination is funny. It makes a cloudy day sunny. Makes a bee think of honey. Just as I think of you. . Imagination is crazy. Your whole perspective gets hazy. Starts you asking a daisy. "Wha
In the port of Amsterdam. There's a sailor who sings. Of the dreams that he brings. From the wide open sea. In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps. While the riverbank weeps. With
Hope for me, I hope for you,. We're snowdrops falling through the night. We'll melt away before we land,. Two teardrops for somebody's hand. Follow me into just one more Spring. Copenhagen, you'r