As tremulous delicate sparks of water platters on the glass above,
I wish,
I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
Out in the rain, out in the rain, out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
A village with a soul of truimphant serene;
Calmly quelling sapien worries in its green;
As the ducks silently quack, and get away,
And trees gently dance, to the wind’s sway…
I wish,
I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
In Fredrikstad, in Fredrikstad, out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
Because of change, I am afraid,
And that which I had dread, has in my path fate laid.
Because I am simply away,
And others, with them, might have their say.
And I am jealous…
I wish,
Out in the rain in Fredrikstad, I were,
The rain, the rain, out in the rain, in Fredrikstad.
A village oh beauty’s name,
A life, oh those cobblestone lanes!
Oh lovely Fredrikstad…
I wish,
I were out on your streets, as it gently rained,
I wish I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
And those drops of change, might wash away,
And make me one with Mother Nature again.
And in oneness, might I find myself perhaps,
And run my yearned for laps…
I wish,
I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad,
Out in the streets of Fredrikstad.
Let myself be carried away,
As She loves and cares, and makes my day,
And worries – they no longer make their say!
But… The feeling but remains…
I wish.
The rain, out in Fredrikstad,
Well, I wish I were out in it…
Out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
Oh love, oh beauty, out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
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Neo Garfield
Wednesday, 26 August, 2009, 4:11AM.
The day after the day after the land.
