[Verse 1] At the window, morning paints the roofs in gold, Grandpa's little clock is ticking, brave and bold. I have packed my red scarf, tucked my map away, There's a little train departing from our bay.
[Chorus] Come along, come along, the day is wide, Past the garden gate and river side. With a paper boat and one bright song, Every road feels like it can’t go wrong.
[Verse 2] By the station, someone waves a checked blue cloth, I wave back and count the cars as they roll off. When I reach the hill where all the swallows fly, I’ll send a postcard with a sun drawn in the sky.
[Chorus] Come along, come along, the day is wide, Past the garden gate and river side. With a paper boat and one bright song, Every road feels like it can’t go wrong.
[Outro] When the evening calls me home again, I’ll tell you where the little journeys went.
Stile di musica
1970s Soviet children's variety pop, vintage mono vinyl recording character, innocent high-pitched young boy lead vocal, warm melodic orchestral arrangement with strings, woodwinds, piano, gentle brass accents, lilting upbeat pulse, charming simple singalong melody, concise verse-chorus form, softly rounded tape saturation and narrow mono mix