- Stephen - Voice, octave mandolin
- Rebecca Carrington - Cello

I was hitchhiking from Prague to Paris.
With a girl from Bohemia.
Drank scotch neath
a bridge in Deutscheland
And the finches came right to our hands.
And the finches came right to our hands.
Chorus:
I love winter when its Summer.
Night, when the day is at dawn.
Home, when I'm off globetrotting.
And you darling, best when I'm gone.
And you darling, best when I'm gone.
Cross the river, near the Cathedral,
under walls of books so high.
Laid my head and dreamt
of my Hometown.
And the days I've left behind.
And the days I've left behind.
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Under Paris, he knelt like a prophet.
And his sleeping dog for the effect
and the passersby, they gave their pity
And at night, he dined with the best.
And at night, he dined with the best.
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