Turn off your mind, relaxand float down stream;It is not dying,It is not dying.
That ignorance and hateMay mourn the dead;It is believing,It is believing.
When I get older losing my hair,Many years from now.Will you still be sending me a valentineBirthday greetings bottle of wine.Will you still need me, will you still feed me,When I am sixty-four.
Oh, I believe in yesterday…
Oh please, say to meYou’ll let me be your manAnd please, say to meYou’ll let me hold your hand.Now let me hold your hand,I want to hold your hand.
Life is very short and there’s no timefor fussing and fighting, my friend We can work it out and get it straight or say good nightWe can work it outWe can work it out
