Winter In Berlin

The rain has sneaked its way
Through a small hole in my shoe sole
Now my bare feet are dancing
On the sweet summer rain-stained road

Mother don't cry
You gave me roots to fly
I am leaving
Because I've never seen
Winter in Berlin

I won't count myself to sleep
I'll be counting sheep on the fields of Ireland
The grass is greener where I'll be
Collecting homes like unfranked stamps

Mother don't cry
You gave me roots to fly
I am leaving
Because I've never seen
Summer in Dublin

The rain has sneaked it's way
Through a small hole in my shoe sole
Now my bare feet are dancing
On the sweet summer rain-stained road



Credits
Writer(s): Elisabeth Feuerstein
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