We will fly
Across ocean and sea
You on a plane
Sitting next to me.
To Paris and Frankfurt
Amsterdam and Madrid
Barcelona and Geneva
Flying like the air whizzing past what we did.
We walk many ways on white wet stones
They remember our feet
And when we come back again
They remember the meet.
Across the ocean and sea
Me and you, You and me
The whole 10,000 more miles, my son
You will be sitting with me.