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....