Syracuse and Albany
Allan Taylor
My love she dreams of mountains and the forests of New York
And she listens for that midnight train as it echoes in the dark
Of Syracuse and Albany and the house at Lake Champlain
My love she dreams of all of this and going home again
My love she dreams of springtime and the child is in her breast
And looks towards the summer as the swallow builds her nest
And oranges up from Florida bring the colour of the sun
My love she dreams of all of this and going home again
She dreams of Indian summers and the golden hues of fall
And the crystal snows of winter when the wolf lets out his call
And snow geese down from Canada flying south to find the sun
My love she dreams of all of this and going home again
Going home again