Copenhagen
SCOTT ENGEL
Hope for me, I hope for you,
We're snowdrops falling through the night.
We'll melt away before we land,
Two teardrops for somebody's hand.
Follow me into just one more Spring.
Copenhagen, you're the end,
Gone and made me a child again.
Warmed my feet beneath cold sheets,
Dyed my hair with your sunny streets.
Children aren't afraid to love
And laugh when life amuses them.
And our love is an antique song
For children's carousels