Lahnstrasse, Marburg an Der Lahn

I'd send you candles to quit the gloom Petroleum to heat your room And I'd send Karl Marx to comrade you And a bottle of irish moonshine dew But I've just got this song to sing To make you smile, to win you with It's compensation, yes, it's true For I'd rather mail myself to you I'd send you a flea-circus if you'd like A furcoat and a motorbike Money to free the things I've pawned Tell me is that what you really want? But I've just got this song to sing To make you smile, to win you with It's compensation, yes, it's true For I'd rather mail myself to you If you don't send me any news Then I'll return with this woody blues Would you never wonder why Should we first meet in the sweet bye and bye?