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....