Dandy of the Danube

Old Bermuda floats out there
Heiress of a thousand tunes
Trees are wound in purple vine
Somehow seem to reach the moon

This world is built on dead men's bones
Piled high in lorryloads
Women's eyes shine night-white shine
The odd one hunts like precious stone

Forget my name yet I'm still proud
Though I am not a young man now
My hair once parted black and thick
Now more grey than I care to admit

Evening thunders in my blood
And carries far the sound of drums
While death the blacksmith hammers home
You feel lyin' eyes still lead me on
Though the years are strewn with carrion
We guests got dancing, drunken feet
While the moon recruits a whole new fleet

Where are you queen of the Danube?
Shall I find you?
My question comes back to me
Where are you queen of the Danube?
Shall I find you?
Will it take years to locate you?
Years to locate you
Years to placate you

When death the blacksmith calls to claim
This dust, and burnt my very name
The sea is red and the wind is dry
Be blunt in your reply
When death the blacksmith hammers home
You feel lyin' eyes still lead me on
Though the years are strewn with carrion
We guests got dancing, drunken feet
While the moon recruits a whole new fleet

Where are you queen of the Danube?
Shall I find you?
My question comes back to me
Where are you queen of the Danube?
Shall I find you?
Will it take years to locate you?
Years to locate you
Years to placate you

Old Bermuda floats out there
Rain falls on broken chairs
While death the blacksmith hammers home
Hammers home, hammers home, hammers home