I live in a room in the grey country
Seven years I live alone
Seven years away from you
I care for children in a stranger's home
When I tie their shoes, I think of you
When I brush their hair, I think of you
I give them love, they take my hand
I sing our songs in this strange land
Lullabies for a stranger's children
Who sings for my own little birds?
Sing lullabies in a foreign land
Where no one understands
Here the dark nights come so early
Now I'm free to close the door
Free to sit and sing to you,
Kissing shadows, always wanting more
For you I'm here in this cold country
For you I work and live alone
So you won't need to leave your children
And wish you had a heart of stone.
Lullabies for a stranger's children
Who sings for my own little birds?
Sing lullabies in a foreign land
Where no one understands
No one ...
I stand at the bus stop and stare at the sky
Maybe soon, maybe next year
I will fly away
Fly away to my own little birds
Ladybird, fly away home
You won't have to leave your children
And wish you had a heart of stone.
Lullabies for a stranger's children
Who sings for my own little birds?
Sing lullabies in a foreign land
Where no one understands
No one ...
Seven years I live alone
Seven years away from you
I care for children in a stranger's home
When I tie their shoes, I think of you
When I brush their hair, I think of you
I give them love, they take my hand
I sing our songs in this strange land
Lullabies for a stranger's children
Who sings for my own little birds?
Sing lullabies in a foreign land
Where no one understands
Here the dark nights come so early
Now I'm free to close the door
Free to sit and sing to you,
Kissing shadows, always wanting more
For you I'm here in this cold country
For you I work and live alone
So you won't need to leave your children
And wish you had a heart of stone.
Lullabies for a stranger's children
Who sings for my own little birds?
Sing lullabies in a foreign land
Where no one understands
No one ...
I stand at the bus stop and stare at the sky
Maybe soon, maybe next year
I will fly away
Fly away to my own little birds
Ladybird, fly away home
You won't have to leave your children
And wish you had a heart of stone.
Lullabies for a stranger's children
Who sings for my own little birds?
Sing lullabies in a foreign land
Where no one understands
No one ...
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