I've been thinking of You,
Been dreaming of You
New York City, You Pretty Thing
Life is young there,
Love is Real there,
America - you know what I mean?
Like the Seed below the Snow, Dreams of Spring,
I've been dreaming of You,
Your Sun Kissed Skin.
I've been listening to your deserts sing,
Beneath your softest sunsets, You.
You Pretty Thing
Stay true, Dear Melbourne,
You're so dark and unshaven,
By the hand you led me, through your winding alleys,
Beneath your ghostly Gum-trees.
Oh, I hope you know,
You're dear to me!
You Pretty Thing!
New York,
I hear you calling
