In Germany Before The War
There was a man who owned a store
In nineteen hundred thirty-four
And every night at five-o-nine
He'd cross the park down to the Rhine
And he'd sit there by the shore
But I'm thinking of the sea
But I'm thinking of the sea
A little girl has lost her way
With hair of gold and eyes of gray
A little girl has lost her way
With hair of gold and eyes of gray
But I'm thinking of the sea
We lie beneath the autumn sky
My little golden girl and I