i never met a man from europe
towns
sometimes i ask the sun "where's
paris?"
i stroll around america where brave
men die
and i'm not brave but still they
want to kill me
i'd like to see my face in
europe mirrors
and i could pass some time and climb the
alps
or spin my head with windmill
rhythms
i'd spy through swedish castles in
search of you
or cry in spain because a bull
was tortured
i'd like to swim across the
english channel
all i've seen are photographs
but then i
gaze at only europeans
and then i wonder if they like their home
or
do they yearn to see chicago?
an irishman
might sit in dublin tired of it
but he would
change if he could hear my offer
i'd like to
make an even trade tomorrow
©1968 r.stevie moore
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