I walk down a misty nameless street <br />On cobbled stones and broken glass <br />Here's where the girls line up in rows <br />With frozen smiles and smokin' grass <br /> <br />From miles away the foghorn growls <br />And damp clouds choke my road <br />A lonely church bell rings its tune <br />And takes some burden off my load <br /> <br />Well I stay for a night or maybe two <br />The journey's been on for too long a time <br />But none of the girls and no one else <br />Will match the love that I left behind <br /> <br />If you travel north on the east coast line <br />Where the rivers blend with the open sea <br />And you find a trace of the one I loved <br />That's the place where i used to run free <br /> <br />That's where you'll find the sallow thorn grow <br />And salmons jumping in the rapid streams <br />That's where I found my beautiful rose <br />The one true flower in my land of dreams <br /> <br />Copyright © 2011 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved<br /><br />Göran Gustafsson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flower-in-my-land-of-dreams/
