Bowlie weekender

Ode to the old
Bowlie weekender girl
Where does she stands
With her cardigan and lunch bag

Looking for the one
Canterbury Crescent
Her hands are cold
She buys mittens
Just to keep them warm

I know the one
Who will hold me
I know the one
Who forever will be

She has flowers on her hands
She´s kneeling down
And placing them
On the sidewalk

Ode to the old
Bowlie weekender love
Where eyes meet
And a fire it´s set free

He is the one
Who will hold her
He is the one
Who forever will be

Now she will be
Set free
Lovers will run
In to the gree
They´ll make love
By the icy lake
To fall inlove
It´s never too late
-x-