Will Currie & The Country French
the duke in berlin
Select language to translate this lyric
Wing tips fluttered away from
pedals swayed by the dots that you gave.
There's no longer a way I know of to play.
Bridgers will move to Paris.
Billy will try to make his own way.
For a brief time today,
I notice that you were my Strayhorn, Danny.
And I was the Duke in Berlin.