And I thought about you Winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream Oh I'm going back to you And what did I do? I thought about you I took a trip on a train I passed a shadowy lane Two or three cars parked

And I thought about you I took a trip on a train I passed a shadowy lane Two or three cars arked under the stars A winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream And every stop that we made, oh, I thought