Miss Budapest

Will I miss Budapest

Will I miss Budapest

Will I miss, will I miss

Will I miss  Miss Budapest

Miss Budapest walked in her new dress

And it swished and it swayed

Around her waist

And she tied back her sweet hair

In the way of her care

And I’ll miss her I’ll miss her

I dare say

But its all for the best

That I leave Budapest

And her perilous ways

And her seductive days

And I dare say I’ll Miss

That tempestuous witch

That made my passions itch

With her swish and her sway

But I could never trust

The ice or the rust

Of her rivers and bridges

That turned shivers in fridges

And her cold stare

But I dare say

On bright sunny days

Then her light shiny haze

Was my chestnut doom

My Budapest room

In the fallow streets’ rays

Where I rest under limes

And shadows of pines

In the dark garden climes

Of her past noon times

Well I’ll Miss her

I’ll Miss her

I’ll kiss her

Do kiss her

For me

For brother and sister

The sun and the moon

Will pass like bright chariots

Maybe I’ll come back to her soon