APHRODITE'S CHILD - IT'S FIVE O'CLOCK
(E. Papathanassiou; R. Francis)
Mercury 132 508

It’s five o’clock and I walk through the empty streets
Thoughts fill my head but then still no one speaks to me
My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by

It is so hard te believe but it’s me that I see in the window pane
It it so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be

It’s five o’clock and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend and in him I find sympathy
And so I go back to the years that have passed me by

It is so hard te believe but it’s me that I see in the window pane
It it so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be

It’s five o’clock and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend and in him I find sympathy
He gives me day gives me hope and a little dream too