A beautiful Polish town in Lubusz province, where Bacchus,
the Roman god of wine peers from every nook & crevice.

Hot as hell Zielona Gora crackling smile
You thief o hearts where were you all the while?
Laughter like a spray o rain
To cool my wheels & slow the train
Showed me up forall my cruel denial

Dont let me wander, come twist me round your finger
Stick me in our pocket far away from any danger
At night take me dancin round the square
Where the summer breeze'll dry your hair

I sang to you my song of missin home
You whispered me youll never walk alone
So i kissed the blessed virgins feet
& dropped some pennies in the street
A token for the kindness id been shown

Light me up Zielona Gora sparkling eyes
I like the way you cut me down to size
Now dontthink any less o me
But i let her get tbe best o me
Charming little trickster in disguise

Pleasant dreams Zielona Gora sleepy town
I like the way you lay me gently down
Til crushed like Bacchus' grapes I cried
And wished to hell I couldve died
As morning found me lonely Dresden bound

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