"Walking Back To Waterloo" as written by and Barry Alan/gibb Gibb....
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

Walking back to Waterloo again.
Where do I begin?
In the brand new street,
You can get a good seat at the end.


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"Walking Back to Waterloo" as written by Maurice Ernest Gibb Barry Alan Gibb

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