Al Stewart - Scandinavian Girl

The Gothenburg streets were like silver sheets


As I kicked my feet through the snowy world


And in that land there I held the hand of my


Scandinavian Girl





We stood as part of a bleak facade


Though the city's heart was still beating


And for a while there I shared a smile with my


Scandinavian Girl





And I stood there quite surprised


To see reflected in her eyes


The very thought I left unsaid


As too unwise.





And so we passed through a world of glass


And the moment passed and was lost to time


Time too soon with his broken moon took my


Scandinavian Girl