I walked from Prague to Dusseldorf, from Germany to France To earn a little extra there I learned to dance And I’d dance with anyone, anyone who paid The lean the mean the cruel and those of arbitrary ways And in an arrondissement numberless I found I’d passed the test No weeping in the rain, no weeping in the rain No weeping in the rain I only do what I do Won’t wish upon distant stars Or weep over photographs I walk on frozen water Now I dream of America, remember nearly not a thing I have the word “America” inscribed upon a ring And wear it on my finger like a signpost and someday I’ll take the boat to Liverpool to New York and California I hear the ocean’s loud enough to swallow up your song Without whom…nothing! No weeping in the rain, no weeping in the rain I’ll only do what I do Won’t wish upon distant stars Or weep over photographs I’ll walk on frozen water I’ll only do what I do Won’t wish upon distant stars Or weep over photographs Of what might have been ours People will go when they go Why you may never know Until then by the grace of God I’ll walk on frozen water