2018.09.23.
A Bed In A Cornfield
Summer evening all across the blossoming lands,Since noon I have been standing at the roadside,
Trying to thumb a ride at every car that drove past me,
On a bike, a bike came over to me
And said: 'I really pity you.'
But I laughed and spoke: 'I don't need down feathers.'
A bed in a cornfield is always free
Because it is summer and what's the deal with it?
The crickets are chirping and there is a scent of hay,
When I dream,
A bed between flowers and straw
Und the stars sparkle for me anyways,
In a cornfield I will make a bed, somewhere,
All alone.
Some time later, her bike lied in the gras,
And so it came that she lost track of time,
With my guitar I told her about my life
And suddenly she shouted : 'It's high time!
It's dark already and my way home is so long.'
But I laughed and spoke: 'I still have so much to give to you.'
A bed in a cornfield is always free
Because it is summer and what's the deal with it?
The crickets are chirping and there is a scent of hay,
When I dream,
A bed between flowers and straw
Und the stars sparkle for me anyways,
In a cornfield I will make a bed, somewhere,
All alone.
Na na na na na,
A bed in a cornfield, what's the deal with it?
Na na na na na,
A bed in a cornfield.
A bed in a cornfield
Is always free
Because it is summer
And what's the deal with it?