| Song | Night Train to Munich |
| Artist | Al Stewart |
| Album | On The Border |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stewart | |
| Meet me at the station underneath the clock | |
| Carry an umbrella, no need to talk | |
| The man in the homburg, hiding in the fog | |
| Will be watching | |
| Get yourself a ticket, go through the gate | |
| At seven forty-five precisely, don't be late | |
| If anybody follows don't hesitate | |
| Keep on walking | |
| And take the night train to Munich | |
| Rumbling down the track | |
| After half an hour in the restaurant car | |
| Look for the conductor | |
| And there will be a stain on his tunic | |
| A paper underneath his arm | |
| Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away | |
| Or you'll never, never, never come back. | |
| When you get the paper take a look inside | |
| On page twenty-seven there's a photo of a bride | |
| Underneath the story of a man who died | |
| In Morocco | |
| Memorize the article word for word | |
| The man in the homburg understands the code | |
| Make sure the conversation isn't overheard | |
| They're around you | |
| And take the night train to Munich | |
| Rumbling down the track | |
| After half an hour in the restaurant car | |
| Look for the conductor | |
| And there will be a stain on his tunic | |
| A paper underneath his arm | |
| Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away | |
| Or you'll never, never, never come back. | |
| I really wouldn't ask if there was anybody else | |
| But I now you've got the knack of taking care of yourself | |
| And they don't know your face so there won't be anyone | |
| Looking for you | |
| When you get to Munich we'll be waiting in the car | |
| Don't look around, just walk straight out | |
| If you don't show, I'm sorry for the pain | |
| I caused you | |
| Upon the night train to Munich | |
| Rumbling down the track | |
| After half an hour in the restaurant car | |
| Look for the conductor | |
| And there will be a stain on his tunic | |
| A paper underneath his arm | |
| Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away | |
| Or you'll never, never, never come back |
| zuo ci : Stewart | |
| Meet me at the station underneath the clock | |
| Carry an umbrella, no need to talk | |
| The man in the homburg, hiding in the fog | |
| Will be watching | |
| Get yourself a ticket, go through the gate | |
| At seven fortyfive precisely, don' t be late | |
| If anybody follows don' t hesitate | |
| Keep on walking | |
| And take the night train to Munich | |
| Rumbling down the track | |
| After half an hour in the restaurant car | |
| Look for the conductor | |
| And there will be a stain on his tunic | |
| A paper underneath his arm | |
| Then you' d better pray that he doesn' t look away | |
| Or you' ll never, never, never come back. | |
| When you get the paper take a look inside | |
| On page twentyseven there' s a photo of a bride | |
| Underneath the story of a man who died | |
| In Morocco | |
| Memorize the article word for word | |
| The man in the homburg understands the code | |
| Make sure the conversation isn' t overheard | |
| They' re around you | |
| And take the night train to Munich | |
| Rumbling down the track | |
| After half an hour in the restaurant car | |
| Look for the conductor | |
| And there will be a stain on his tunic | |
| A paper underneath his arm | |
| Then you' d better pray that he doesn' t look away | |
| Or you' ll never, never, never come back. | |
| I really wouldn' t ask if there was anybody else | |
| But I now you' ve got the knack of taking care of yourself | |
| And they don' t know your face so there won' t be anyone | |
| Looking for you | |
| When you get to Munich we' ll be waiting in the car | |
| Don' t look around, just walk straight out | |
| If you don' t show, I' m sorry for the pain | |
| I caused you | |
| Upon the night train to Munich | |
| Rumbling down the track | |
| After half an hour in the restaurant car | |
| Look for the conductor | |
| And there will be a stain on his tunic | |
| A paper underneath his arm | |
| Then you' d better pray that he doesn' t look away | |
| Or you' ll never, never, never come back |
| zuò cí : Stewart | |
| Meet me at the station underneath the clock | |
| Carry an umbrella, no need to talk | |
| The man in the homburg, hiding in the fog | |
| Will be watching | |
| Get yourself a ticket, go through the gate | |
| At seven fortyfive precisely, don' t be late | |
| If anybody follows don' t hesitate | |
| Keep on walking | |
| And take the night train to Munich | |
| Rumbling down the track | |
| After half an hour in the restaurant car | |
| Look for the conductor | |
| And there will be a stain on his tunic | |
| A paper underneath his arm | |
| Then you' d better pray that he doesn' t look away | |
| Or you' ll never, never, never come back. | |
| When you get the paper take a look inside | |
| On page twentyseven there' s a photo of a bride | |
| Underneath the story of a man who died | |
| In Morocco | |
| Memorize the article word for word | |
| The man in the homburg understands the code | |
| Make sure the conversation isn' t overheard | |
| They' re around you | |
| And take the night train to Munich | |
| Rumbling down the track | |
| After half an hour in the restaurant car | |
| Look for the conductor | |
| And there will be a stain on his tunic | |
| A paper underneath his arm | |
| Then you' d better pray that he doesn' t look away | |
| Or you' ll never, never, never come back. | |
| I really wouldn' t ask if there was anybody else | |
| But I now you' ve got the knack of taking care of yourself | |
| And they don' t know your face so there won' t be anyone | |
| Looking for you | |
| When you get to Munich we' ll be waiting in the car | |
| Don' t look around, just walk straight out | |
| If you don' t show, I' m sorry for the pain | |
| I caused you | |
| Upon the night train to Munich | |
| Rumbling down the track | |
| After half an hour in the restaurant car | |
| Look for the conductor | |
| And there will be a stain on his tunic | |
| A paper underneath his arm | |
| Then you' d better pray that he doesn' t look away | |
| Or you' ll never, never, never come back |