Time was 
when a shop stood drowned in shade 
when we girls and boys came to play by water. 

And drunken John 
sat on and on 
behind the shop. He sang 
and the neighbors' girl 
grew sad 
don't you forget me 
don't you forget me 
and remember 
drunken John. 

We roamed the neighborhood 
with the birds 
we flew toward the shop 
with piles of roses 
and drunken John 
kept busy drawing on the walls 
the picture of the neighbors' girl. 

The neighbors' daughter is pretty 
She eloped on the night of a feast 
The shop came down 
and a new house went up 
in its place 
and still 
on the walls of oblivion 
drunken John draws 
the picture of the neighbors' daughter.<br />
			     <br />
			     Thanks to razvan