At the city that’s far behind,
I don’t return because it’s too dark.
Not even a dog barks.
When I get near the city,
I don’t go on the one that’s far behind
Because that’s not my city.
When I get to my city
I hear a cat mew.
When I hear the cat, I mew too.
When she comes she lets me stroke her
And take me home.
She is my cat now.
I know she’s got no-one near,
So Molly, the name of the cat,
Is my friend.

When I remember the city that’s far behind,
I say I’m not returning any more.