Looking forward, do you hear church bells?
See flowers, white dress and dark suit;
Feel gold rings on warm hands?
Do you see the rose-skinned babe,
Asleep in your olive arms;
The darkest of blue in her eyes?
Does the Magic Bus loom large on the horizon,
Its wheels eager to throw dust in our wake;
Setting us forward on to shimmering new paths?
Can you feel the happiness of forever;
The strength in our hearts to say:
"Together", whatever may come our way?
Looking forward, do you hear church bells?
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