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Refugee Blues is the 7th song of the debut album by OP
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"Refugee Blues" by W.H.Auden
Used by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd.
Copyright (C) 1939
All Rights reserved


Audio produced by: Maurizio Loffredo
at: Gli Artigiani Studio in Formello (Rome)
http://www.gliartigianistudio.com/

Production Company: op

- LYRICS -

Say this city has ten million souls
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes
Yet there's no place for us, my dear
There’s no place for us
Once we had a country and we thought it fair
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there
We can't go there now, my dear
We can't go there now

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew
Every spring it blossoms anew
Old passports can't do that, my dear
Old passports can’t
The consul banged the table and said
'If you've got no passport, you're officially dead'
But we are still alive, my dear
We are still alive

Went to a committee they offered me a chair
Asked me politely to return next year
But where shall we go today, my dear
Where shall we go today
Came to a public meeting, the speaker got up and said
'If you let them in, they'll steal our daily bread'
He was talking of you and me, my dear
Talking of you and me

I thought I heard a thunder rambling in the sky
It was Hitler over Europe saying 'They must die'
We were in his mind, my dear
We were in his mind
I saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin
Saw a door opened and a cat let in
They weren't german jews, my dear
They weren't german jews

I went down the harbour and stood upon the quay
I saw the fish swimming as if they were free
Only ten feet away, my dear
Only ten feet away
Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees
They had no politicians, they sang at their ease
They are not the human race, my dear
They are not the human
They are not the human
They are not the human race

I dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors
A thousand windows and a thousand doors
Not one of them was ours
Not one of them was ours
Stood on a great plane in the falling snow
Ten thousand soldiers march to and thro
Looking for you and me
Looking for you, you and me
Looking for you, you and me