Copenhagen - Scott Walker

Hope for me, I hope for you

We’re snowdrops falling through the night

We’ll melt away before we land

Two teardrops for somebody’s hand

Follow me into just one more Spring

Copenhagen, you’re the end

Gone and made me a child again

Warmed my feet beneath cold sheets

Dyed my hair with your sunny streets

Children aren’t afraid to love and laugh

When life amuses them

And our love is an antique song

For children’s carousels