Martin-Christian - America

Copyright: Martin Christian
Song: Martin Christian und Ronald
"The Modern Communication"
Text: Martin Christian

America

Landing in an aeroplane on J.F.K.
Entering Metropolitan one summerday
Where the heat let my sweat not dry
And the atmosphere make me high

And I’m running through the ports
Through the streets of New York

Driving in an really fifty Chevrolet
Hitchhiking across the U.S.A.
And the wide of all the Middle West
And the fields

And some farmer boys invite me to rest
And some office girls lead me to their beds

Land of tormorrow, show me Your face!
Land of the future, where lies your fate?

Coming into Denver, the good old Rockies in view
Ask me how the settlers, shu-bi-du-bi-du
Where the Indians are red
And the desert makes white man dead

And the sound of silence makes You free
Free, free

California is waiting like a paradies
Flowers say hello to animals
If You only follow the sun
To the West

And the sounds of silence makes You free
Free, free

Land of tomorrow, show me your face!
Land of the future, where lies your fate?