One year, two years, time goes by.

People laugh and people cry.



Ev'ry morning the clock strikes eight.

I go to work. i close the gate.

And on my way, i sing a song.

About my wife, where i belong.



If the clouds get together and talk about the weather

If it's rain they anticipate

Baby make no mistake

Yes the storm will break but never me you see.



Two years on . two years on .

But only you can see me.

Only you can see me.



For what i've got

Sir lancelot was just a dream and i am not

For i am he with something more

It's you and i reality.



If the cloud get together and talk about the weather

If it's rain they anticipate

Baby, make no mistake

Yes the storm will break but never me you see



Two years on . two years on .

But only you can see me

Only you can see me

Two years on . two years on .

Ah....


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