She

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Voices is calling
La la la la la
La la la la la
La
She lives beside New Brighton
Just along from the Golden Beach
In a house with a look-out balcony
That sees far out of reach
Like a queen she sits behind a screen of glass
And waits for a wave that’s yet to pass
When man and woman might live at last
Without misunderstanding
And she dreams (And she dreams)
And she dreams again
And it seems (And it seems)
And it seems to me when my eyes open that
She’s everywhere you look
She’s everywhere you look
She sees you
She sees me
I wonder what she sees
She’s this Miss Mystic Mysterious Mystery
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la
He lives up in the mountains
On a dew-soaked valley floor
In a shed of rough-cut timber
With a carton for a door
And he sings and he plays from the Book of Days
And the air, it hangs so still
And the voices echo back to him
From far beyond the hills
And he sing
La la la la la la la la la la la
And he plays
He sings in singers everywhere
Songs that ring in music everywhere
Sing, singer, sing
Ring, song, ring
Through music everywhere
He’s this mystic Mister Mysterious Mystery
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Voices is calling
Ah, ah, ah
Ah