One Night in Copenhagen

R.Reynolds, ASCAP@2014


I headed north from Hamburg one rainy night

Tired and hungry, one destination in mind

I curled up with the railroad with a wee bit to drink

I slumbered hard and got lost in my dreams.

When I awoke they’d put my train on a boat

So I ran up on deck, donned my old Army coat

I captured that island like a hungry Viking pagan

One night in Copenhagen.


That city embraced me like her long lost son

I inhaled salt water with Tuborg on my tongue

I’d seen her pale image in a melted watercolor

She became flesh with my touch and yes, I was her lover.

I chased in the darkness of Castle Rosenborg

She held my hand tight this White Queen of du Nord

She dragged me up the stairs and shouted: “My love is impatient!”

One night in Copenhagen.


I did push her down on the ground

Kissed her bits and pieces

She mounted me, and she must’ve forgot my name

Cause she screamed out: “Oh, Jesus!”


The day come in harsh, I was foggy of thought

It was a beautiful sunset I’d mistaken for dawn

How does it happen two lips come together?

It’s like asking a magician: “Would you please change the weather?”

I was a prince in the streets looking for my queen in vain

I had my feet on the ground, one hand on the train

Through the tears in my eyes I seen her waving at me in the station

One night in Copenhagen.