If your pilot light should die,
do not quake and do not bark,
you will find the spark.
If your tree should bear no fruit,
do not worry, do not spill,
you are beautiful.
If your clarinet should break,
do not cry a million lakes,
do not cry a million lakes,
If the wind surrounds your house,
do not turn and twist and bow,
just wait it out.
If your hand should lose its grip,
do not tremble,
do not sweat,
where then would you get?
Where then would you get?
Yeah, where then would you get?
Where then would you get?
You have got the looks, my dear,
to make a mountain shake.
Imagine me.
You have got the voice, my love,
to melt a lake of ice.
Imagine me.
If
your heart is unemployed,
do not rush but do not stall,
cause I'll be waiting.
I'll be waiting.