The Best Is Yet to Come
Once I was a man of fortune
Lived my life with pearls and gold
Had my time with wine and roses
I never thought of getting old
Time went by and I got wiser
Loved and lost, along the way
I found the meaning of forgiveness
Pardoned enemies and prey
When it rains, I look for rainbows
When it’s dark, I see the stars
Call me a dreamer, call me naïve
I will always say, the best is yet to come
Call me a simple man, call me naïve
On my dying bed I’ll say, thе best is yet to come
Many timеs, I feel like screaming
Bang my head against the wall
Watch my luck run through my fingers
Losing faith in all
Then I close my eyes in silence
Feel the spirit, that I crave
April showers, bring May flowers
Growing on my grave
When it rains, I look for rainbows
When it’s dark, I see the stars
Call me a dreamer, call me naïve
I will always say the best is yet to come
Call me a simple man, call me naïve
On my dying bed I’ll say, the best is yet to come
When it rains, I look for rainbows
When it’s dark, I see the stars
On my dying bed I’ll say, the best is yet to come
On my dying bed I’ll say
The best is yet to come
