WILKINSON, Meu Billy, pode ser que não se lembre

da tempestadeAtravés da noite friaAtravés da depressãoApesar

matata, what a wonderful matata, it ain't no passing

are you gonna come down?When are you going to

want love, but it's impossibleA man like me, so

girlAmélieI give you your wingsFly so freeAnd join the

countin' on a memory to get me outta hereI’m

I can't light, no more of your darknessAll my pictures, seem

the sunburned plains of far-off North AustraliaCame a fella

remember it like it was yesterdaySnow in the park

the pines will be falling everywhereAs the village children

can't really explain itI haven't got the wordsIt's a

are still all rightWe took it on the chinBut

now I know"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words

know nothing about me and care even lessHow could you

1: George can't light no more of your darknessAll

gonna be a mighty king, so, enemies, I've

why am I not loved?(sung)I am that rare and

a tear has to fallBut it's all in the

Talk of making loveTake your timeTo bluff your way to stayLet