St. Cloud

five o'clock and the days have grown shorter
sunday night and the blues settle in
we take a walk with your arm round my shoulder
down to the garden once built for a king

we have traveled so far
we have traveled so fast
running full speed ahead
holding on to the past
we had nothing but time
and little to do
back in the days of St. Cloud

we could feel the days getting longer
smelling the roses with nowhere to be
unaware that are ties would grow stronger
free in the park of the doomed Queen Marie

we have traveled so far
we have traveled so fast
running full speed ahead
holding on to the past
we had nothing but time
and little to do
back in the days of St. Cloud

all that we needed was there by the fountain
all that we needed was there
we have traveled so far
we have traveled so fast
running full speed ahead
holding on to the past
we had nothing but time
and little to do
back in the days of St. Cloud

all that we needed was there in the garden
all that we needed was there
all that we needed was there by the fountain
all that we needed was there
all that we needed was there by the flowers

words and music by Jenny Bruce