I wish there was another year another time.
When people sang and poems rhymed.
My name could be Napoleon.
A thousand ships .
A windy sail
so huge and high it s tall enough to touch the sky.
It s beautiful but hard to find.
But I just wasn t born in time.
Walking back to Waterloo again .
Where do I begin ? In the brand new street
you can get a good seat at the end.
I can dream of growing trees and things that live and grass that s green in meadows that have never been.
But I still place my trust in the Queen.
What is life when a man is pressured based on wrong or right.
And I don t know what it means.
There must be more we haven t seen.
Walking back to Waterloo again.
Where do I begin? In the brand new street
you can get a good seat at the end.
Walking back to Waterloo again.
Where do I begin? In the brand new street
you can get a good seat at the end (repeat last verse and fade out ) |
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