Walking Back To Waterloo

 I wish there was another year another time.
 When people sang and poems rhymed.
 My name could be Napoleon.
 A thousand ships.
 A windy sail, so huge and high it's tall enough to touch the sky.
 It's beautiful but hard to find.
 But I just wasn't born in time.
 
 Walking back to Waterloo again .
 Where do I begin?
 In the brand new street, you can get a good seat at the end.
 I can dream of growing trees and things that live and grass that's green
 in meadows that have never been.
 
 But I still place my trust in the Queen.
 What is life when a man is pressured based on wrong or right.
 And I don't know what it means.
 There must be more we haven't seen.
 
 Walking back to Waterloo again.
 Where do I begin?
 In the brand new street, you can get a good seat at the end.
 Walking back to Waterloo again.
 Where do I begin?
 In the brand new street, you can get a good seat at the end
 
©1971 Barry, Robin & Barry Gibb
 vom Album 'Trafalgar'