The stars won't come out
If they know that you're about
'Cause they couldn't match
The brightness of your eyes
And oh, who am I?
Just an ordinary guy;
Who's tryin' hard to win me first prize.
Oh my Candida
We could make it together
But the further from here girl
The better
Where the air's fresh and clean
O my Candida
Just take my hand
And I'll lead ya
I promise life will be sweeter
It says so in my dreams

The future is bright
A Gypsy told me so last night
Said she saw our children playing in the sunshine
And there were you and I
In a house, girl, it's no lie
She said all these things by right were yours and mine

A Touch On The Rainy Side