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 Chorus: 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 Chorus We lie beneath the autumn sky My little golden girl and I And she lies very still by: José Duarte [email protected]