Walking Back To Waterloo — The Bee Gees

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 )