| A dog-eared mind sniffed my heart | |
| Like a pocket full of German marks | |
| Long after the war was through | |
| Stood me on a rusted rail | |
| Turned my face and kicked my tail | |
| Up toward the yonder blue … | |
| Threw a fish up on the bank | |
| And watched him dance from the air he drank | |
| And then my hunger knew | |
| That sparks will fly around my head | |
| When I stir the coals down in my bed | |
| Like I was walking back to you | |
| Time slips out of the leaning fence | |
| That lost the border ever since | |
| Our beloved war took to the road | |
| With caravans and mocking birds | |
| And painted girls with twisted words | |
| Whose knees and ankles showed … | |
| Now, I sit and watch the failing moon, | |
| The shower-stars and, coming soon, | |
| The whole thing will look new | |
| When blessedly I will forget | |
| The ways of God and all regret | |
| Like I was walking back to you |
| A dogeared mind sniffed my heart | |
| Like a pocket full of German marks | |
| Long after the war was through | |
| Stood me on a rusted rail | |
| Turned my face and kicked my tail | |
| Up toward the yonder blue | |
| Threw a fish up on the bank | |
| And watched him dance from the air he drank | |
| And then my hunger knew | |
| That sparks will fly around my head | |
| When I stir the coals down in my bed | |
| Like I was walking back to you | |
| Time slips out of the leaning fence | |
| That lost the border ever since | |
| Our beloved war took to the road | |
| With caravans and mocking birds | |
| And painted girls with twisted words | |
| Whose knees and ankles showed | |
| Now, I sit and watch the failing moon, | |
| The showerstars and, coming soon, | |
| The whole thing will look new | |
| When blessedly I will forget | |
| The ways of God and all regret | |
| Like I was walking back to you |
| A dogeared mind sniffed my heart | |
| Like a pocket full of German marks | |
| Long after the war was through | |
| Stood me on a rusted rail | |
| Turned my face and kicked my tail | |
| Up toward the yonder blue | |
| Threw a fish up on the bank | |
| And watched him dance from the air he drank | |
| And then my hunger knew | |
| That sparks will fly around my head | |
| When I stir the coals down in my bed | |
| Like I was walking back to you | |
| Time slips out of the leaning fence | |
| That lost the border ever since | |
| Our beloved war took to the road | |
| With caravans and mocking birds | |
| And painted girls with twisted words | |
| Whose knees and ankles showed | |
| Now, I sit and watch the failing moon, | |
| The showerstars and, coming soon, | |
| The whole thing will look new | |
| When blessedly I will forget | |
| The ways of God and all regret | |
| Like I was walking back to you |