Have you ever seen my baby
Walking through the grass just after dawn?
Have you ever read Ulysses?
No I haven’t, but I heard that it’s nice in song
I want to go where every mans gone
Settle down where it’s warm
Singing songs and writing poems underneath the tree
If it feels right then it can’t be wrong
If it feels right then it can’t be wrong
If it feels right then it can’t be wrong as far as I can see
Is there a point, a point in waiting?
For in the end it’s nothing that you're waiting for
Cause our time, our time is what you make it
You can run with it or break it, can’t gamble on what’s in store
I want to go where every mans gone
Settle down where it’s warm
Singing songs and writing poems underneath the tree.
If it feels right then it can’t be wrong
If it feels right then it can’t be wrong
If it feels right then it can’t be wrong as far as I can see.
We can only hope, we can only hope, what we yearn for comes to us in the end
And if it buckles and falls apart, if it buckles and falls apart
Pick up the pieces and bring it back to the beginning
Well I hope that it comes true, I pray that it comes true
