I dreamt of your red red rose
when I knew I couldn’t find my way back home
Home past those German soldiers
Home past those Russian soldiers
Hiding under the velvet curtain
Hiding under the iron curtain
The tension is so high and I cannot see the sky
They’ll never catch me alive
I’ve got my bottle of cyanide
Home, where I sing my song
I saw a black black train take my baby away so I sing for my love,
and I sing for my heart
and I sing for my country
and I sing for my heart…
when I knew I couldn’t find my way back home
Home past those German soldiers
Home past those Russian soldiers
Hiding under the velvet curtain
Hiding under the iron curtain
The tension is so high and I cannot see the sky
They’ll never catch me alive
I’ve got my bottle of cyanide
Home, where I sing my song
I saw a black black train take my baby away so I sing for my love,
and I sing for my heart
and I sing for my country
and I sing for my heart…
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