Not For That City Songtext
von Linda Smith

Now let go of that city of the level sun
It′s golden streets and glittering gates ablaze
The shadeless, sleepless city of white days
White nights, or nights and days that are as one
We weary when all is said, all thought, all done


We strain our eyes beyond this dusk to see
What's from the threshold of eternity
We shall step into
No, I think we shun the splendour of that everlasting glare
The clamour of that never-ending song

And if for anything we greatly long
It is for some remote and quiet stair
Which winds to silence and a space of sleep
Too sound for waking and for dreams too deep