I dreamt of your red red rose When I knew I couldn't find my way back home Home past those German soldiers Home past those Russian soldiers Hiding under the velvet curtain Hiding under the iron curtain The tension is so high and I cannot see the sky
They'll never catch me alive I've got my bottle of cyanide Home, where I sing my song I saw a black black train take my baby away so I sing for my love And I sing for my heart And I sing for my country And I sing for my heart…