In Germany before the war There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty four In Düsseldorf And every day at five 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 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 grey Reflected in his glasses As he watches her A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of grey I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea I'm thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea We lie beneath the autumn sky My little golden girl and I And she lies very still