words and music by Caroline Allen
I feel like bird that’s waited too long,
Caught too long in the cold,
Left behind in this winter landscape.
No one knows why the snow falls
And I shiver in the dark;
Walk around the railway station.
All the whores are shivering too.
I want to fly to a warm country.
I want to find a new home.
Catch a train to a warm country
And walk off
Into the blue.
He’s got the heat inside him,
Hearing highlife and makossa,
And he tries to share it with me.
Ah, but there’s no one home
I want to fly to a warm country.
I want to find a new home, new home.
Catch a train to a warm country,
I want to find a new home.
Catch a train to a warm country.
So I watched that train leave the station,
So tired as I walked home.
And my old man said to me that night,
He said: I’ faut pas trop rever, ma chere,
Rever c’est dangeruex!
Vaut mieux seulement danser --
Vaut mieux seulement danser.
[Translation:
Don’t don’t dream too much, honey.
Dreaming is risky.
Better to just keep dancing.]
I want to fly to a warm country.
I want to find a new home, new home.
Catch a train to a warm country,
I want to find a new home.
Catch a train to a warm country,
And walk off
Into the blue.