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Bethlehem is my kind of townNo matter what is born thereMost men find their knees on the groundMost men find their knees on the groundAnd Bethany's a pilgrimShe's there by daylightI thought she was one of the childrenBut now she's the mother of dreams I can't wake fromNow she's the mother of nightThe night lulls inOn Biblical LandsAnd it stands for all I'm missingAnd it steals my mind with a half-smileAnd it deals the North out in black pilesAnd it reels me hard 'round the past whileI think maybe I could belong there, tooIn Bethlehem, it's my kind of townWith rooftops where the tar is warmWhere I'm so lonesome I could drownAnd no one would kneel themselves downTo fish meSave maybe Bethany Aus Songtexte Mania