You Can'T Go Back To Constantinople

Constantinople haunts my nights In dreams both sad and stirring Of wooden ships Under star filled skies Searching for fortunes Hidden by souls long gone As we sail away Down the dark Euphrates Shadowy eyes Filled with lost dreams Can be seen in the sadness Of the forgotten Waiting on the shrouded banks Forever Looking back Toward the city lights Reaching up To the night sky Constantinople waits And waits And waits For me And for you To come