In the streets the children screamed. The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. And not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken. . The three men I admired most.
And I love you so,. The people ask me how,. How I've lived till now. I tell them I don't know. . I guess they understand. How lonely life has been. But life began again.
A long, long time ago. I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while.