Slip side-street
Now we're wondering what the year will bring
It seems, my friend, changes never end
Now we're growing up and down
Sigh, Tom, on the boulevard
My Tom, on the boulevard
You'll shine with the light of stars
In the middle of the dark
Too soon came hills of the deeper greens
And the flying scenes
Firmly as trees will we plant our feet
We will sway not in the ground
Sigh, Tom, on the boulevard
My Tom, on the boulevard
You'll shine with the light of stars
In the middle of the dark
Slip side-street
Now we're wondering what the year will bring
It seems, my friend, changes never end
Now we're growing up and down
Sigh, Tom, on the boulevard
My Tom, on the boulevard
You'll shine with the light of stars
In the middle of the dark
