I thought I had a girl
I know because I’ve seen her.
Her hair was golden brown
Blowin‘ free like a cornfield.

She was far away
I found it hard to reach her.
She told me you can try
But it’s impossible to find her.

In my dreams everything was all right –
In your schemes you can only try.

I thought I had a girl
I know because I’ve seen her.
Her hair was golden brown (yeah)
Blowin‘ free like a cornfield.

Writer: Powell, Andrew / Turner, David / Turner, Martin / Upton, Steve