POLISH PLAIN

we travel on passports
of a country that's not yet born
o but its colours they are worn

we're riding in darkness
our papers might not be right
o but the banners will he bright

the track goes on for ever 
across the Polish plain
your heart is a sealed compartment 
on that train

we're riding on tickets
the price was: everything
o but they'll know us when we sing

the track goes on for ever 
across the Polish plain
your heart is a sealed compartment 
on that train