Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Night Train to Munich (with Laurence Juber), artist - Al Stewart. Album song Between the Wars (With Laurence Juber), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 07.05.1995
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Night Train to Munich (with Laurence Juber) |
Meet me at the station underneath the clock |
Carry an umbrella, no need to talk |
The man in the homburg, hiding in the fog |
Will be watching |
Get yourself a ticket, go through the gate |
At seven forty-five precisely, don’t be late |
If anybody follows don’t hesitate |
Keep on walking |
And take the night train to Munich |
Rumbling down the track |
After half an hour in the restaurant car |
Look for the conductor |
And there will be a stain on his tunic |
A paper underneath his arm |
Then you’d better pray that he doesn’t look away |
Or you’ll never, never, never come back |
When you get the paper take a look inside |
On page twenty-seven there’s a photo of a bride |
Underneath the story of a man who died |
In Morocco |
Memorize the article word for word |
The man in the homburg understands the code |
Make sure the conversation isn’t overheard |
They’re around you |
And take the night train to Munich |
Rumbling down the track |
After half an hour in the restaurant car |
Look for the conductor |
And there will be a stain on his tunic |
A paper underneath his arm |
Then you’d better pray that he doesn’t look away |
Or you’ll never, never, never come back |
I really wouldn’t ask if there was anybody else |
But I know you’ve got the knack of taking care of yourself |
And they don’t know your face so there won’t be anyone |
Looking for you |
When you get to Munich we’ll be waiting in the car |
Don’t look around, just walk straight out |
If you don’t show, I’m sorry for the pain |
I caused you |
Upon the night train to Munich |
Rumbling down the track |
After half an hour in the restaurant car |
Look for the conductor |
And there will be a stain on his tunic |
A paper underneath his arm |
Then you’d better pray that he doesn’t look away |
Or you’ll never, never, never come back |