So I came to your door With my bag and nothing more In the dead of night Took a stone in hand Threw it gently at your glass So that I might have the chance To awaken you And you came to your door Looking soft and looking warm Only half awake You didn't ask a thing I heard the curlews sing You said I need to sleep Come to bed with me I have heard In St Petersberg The autumn leaves Fill the streets So that even non-believers see Will you come Through the cities and the heaves Let the trains rock us to sleep Through the valleys to the sea Hear the church bells ringing in Through the cobbled avenues Of Berlin Will you come Under canvas in the fields While the sun sinks through the trees Work our bones hard through the days Maybe see what we can save Fly away from here I have heard In St Petersberg The autumn leaves Fill the streets So that even non-believers see I have heard In St Petersberg The autumn leaves Fill the streets So that even non-believers see Non-believers see Non-believers see Non-believers see Non-believers see