Copenhagen - The Strawbs

Several years ago

A day in early spring

In a Copenhagen bar

I heard a skylark sing

In a slow speed silent movie

There’s a snow kissed winter scene

Your pretty face is glistening with tears

In that half remembered moment

Silent and serene

The town hall bells are chiming down the years

A simple pack of crayons

A pavement master class

On a city center street

Our fortunes came to pass

They washed away your cartoons

In the Copenhagen rain

You were drifting in the mull

Of broken dreams

A thin veneer of laughter

Hid the tantrums and the pain

A photograph is seldom what it seems

Magic as in lantern pastel colors bright

Treading through the blossom

In the softly fading light

A cutting from a paper

On the entertainment page

It’s good to catch the ink

Before it dries

The audience was drawn

To a Tivoli Garden stage

Our future passed before us

Through their eyes