1, 2,
1, 2, 3, 4
Words that came from my mouth
were never spoken at the right time
or in the right frame of mind
And under the moonlight
I can feel the breezes from across the sea
as they blow through the budding leaves
and all those stories that I told have grown quite old
and I was never sold on them, no, I was never sold on them
but the sun still shines and the clouds still part
and I can hear the beat of your lovely heart
Unfortunately the smile of your magnolia tree is lost at sea
Oh, oh, oh, unfortunately the smile of your magnolia tree is lost at sea