There was a man who owned a store

In nineteen hundred thirty four

In Dusselford

And every day at fine 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

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



I'm looking at the river

But I'm thinking of the sea

Thinking of the sea

Thinking of the sea



We lie beneath the autumn sky

My little golden girl and I

And she lies very still