Wouldn’t it be nice to be born olden
Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long
Don’t matter if no one believes, what’s told ‘n
If the words, got translated wrong
What matters is that the song really sold ’n
A hit gets passed along to me and you
For some, it catches the imagination
Connecting their neurons, till it’s true
From a joke to an epic legend, good God!
And often back to a joke, yet again
French whispery, myth and mystery
Ensure it endures, and doesn’t end
Nobody said, it had to be the whole truth
But in there lies some truth, within our hands
Not mocking Christ, by knocking Christians
Not slating Star Wars, cos of Jedi fans
But when you promise, vulnerable folk ‘can
Again be with the dead, they loved, and still adore
Classic catchy numbers get re-cut, re-told, re-sold ‘n
‘Till their fans believe, they’ll meet again once more