White clouds Dazzling sky Tree-lined roads in the sun Grey factories Working women And the motorway, far away Old men sitting In the shadow of the courtyards Sports clubs and kindergartens HAY LADDIE HAY LADDIE - O I have other skies in my eyes More windy and pure Stretching over foreign lands In my hair I have the sand Of desert trails On my lips other loves But the song remains The song of old And now I have returned