Bill Nelson
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The train was blowing storm clouds from
The bridge just overhead
Cobbled streets still shining in the rain...
Incandescent lamps were burning
Right outside the bedroom window
Moths were turning circles round the flame
Close my eyes, drift away, close my eyes
Nostalgia, shadows from the past
Nostalgia, forever built to last
A thousand dreams in Tecnicolor
Ships set sail across the sea
Of ever present blue
Caravans link rooftops round the bay
Sentimental recollections
Pretty girls with clear complexions
Fond affections, clothed in disarray
Close my eyes, drift away, close my eyes
Nostalgia, shadows from the past
Nostalgia, forever built to last
A thousand dreams in Tecnicolor
Nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia...
Nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia...