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 weatherIf it’s rain they anticipateBaby make no mistakeYes 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 gotSir lancelot was just a dream and I am notFor I am he with something moreIt’s you and I reality.If the cloud get together and talk about the weatherIf it’s rain they anticipateBaby, make no mistakeYes the storm will break but never me you seeTwo years on . two years on .But only you can see meOnly you can see meTwo years on . two years on .Ah....