Europe Billy Anderson

I never met a man from Europe towns
Sometimes I ask the sun where's Paris
I stroll around America where brave men die
And I'm not brave but still they want to kill me
I'd like to see my face in Europe mirrors
And I could pass some time and climb the alps
Or spin my head with windmill rhythms
I'd spy through Swedish castles in search of you
Or cry in Spain because a bull was tortured
I'd like to swim across the English Channel
All I've seen are photographs
But then I gaze at only Europeans
And then I wonder if they like their home
Or do they yearn to see Chicago
An Irishman might sit in Dublin tired of it
But he would change if he could hear my offer
I'd like to make an even trade tomorrow