Abe Abraham


There is a crowd standing around your door
They wait around a thousand or so days
Or more

They talk away their days
And all their nights are filled with dreams
Of you, baby

And later on while traveling men do sleep
And creatures of the night they are
Soft on their feet

Open up your window
And I will sing a melody
For you, baby

And smoke is in the sky

It does not make a difference
What you will think
Love is love and every boat may sink

So I will take this song
And I will send it to the sea
For you, baby