I've been thinking of You
Been dreaming of You
New York City, You Pretty Thing
Life is young there
Love is real there
America - you know what I mean?

Like the Seed below the Snow, Dreams of Spring
I've been dreaming of You
Your Sun Kissed Skin
I've been listening to your deserts sing
Beneath your softest sunsets, You

You Pretty Thing

Stay true, Dear Melbourne
You're so dark and unshaven
By the hand you led me, through your winding alleys
Beneath your ghostly Gum-trees
Oh, I hope you know
You're dear to me!

You Pretty Thing!

New York
I hear you calling