White clouds
Dazzling sky
Tree-lined roads in the sun

Grey factories
Working women
And the motorway, far away

Old men sitting
In the shadow of the courtyards
Sports clubs and kindergartens

HAY LADDIE
HAY LADDIE - O

I have other skies in my eyes
More windy and pure
Stretching over foreign lands

In my hair I have the sand
Of desert trails
On my lips other loves

But the song remains
The song of old
And now I have returned