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