The Flower In My Land Of Dreams
I walk down a misty nameless street
Of cobblestones and broken glass
And here's where the girls line up in rows
With frozen smiles and smokin' grass
From miles away the foghorn growls
And damp clouds choke my road
A lonely church bell rings its tune
And counts my time in secret code
I stay for a night, or maybe two
The journey's been on for a long long time
But none of the girls and no one else
Will match the love that I left behind
If you travel north on the east coast line
Where the rivers blend with the open sea
You may find a trace of the one I loved
At the place where i used to run free
That's where you'll find the sallow thorn grow
And salmons jumping in the rapid streams
That's where I found my beautiful rose
The one true flower in my land of dreams
Copyright © 2011 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Sallow thorn, Sv Havtorn