Tom on the Boulevard

Slip side-street

Now we're wondering what the year will bring

It seems, my friend, changes never end

Now we're growing up and down

Sigh, Tom, on the boulevard

My Tom, on the boulevard

You'll shine with the light of stars

In the middle of the dark

Too soon came hills of the deeper greens

And the flying scenes

Firmly as trees will we plant our feet

We will sway not in the ground

Sigh, Tom, on the boulevard

My Tom, on the boulevard

You'll shine with the light of stars

In the middle of the dark

Slip side-street

Now we're wondering what the year will bring

It seems, my friend, changes never end

Now we're growing up and down

Sigh, Tom, on the boulevard

My Tom, on the boulevard

You'll shine with the light of stars

In the middle of the dark