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I don't have the glasses to hold the champagne To celebrate the moment you're in my arms again I don't have the breath to blow the balloons All that I'm hoping is you're coming home soon I don't have the bunting or supply of cigars The 'Welcome Home' banners to hang from the bars All that I have is these arms that I own To put 'round your waist and pull you back home Strike out the fanfare, she's coming home soon And all that I own is this untidy room Bed for my sleeping, table for tea And love makes you happy, apparently I can't hold the tears to write you this song To welcome you back after loving you so long And I ain't got the money to buy you the ride To get you from there to here by my side Strike out the fanfare, she's coming home soon And all that I own is this untidy room Bed for my sleeping, table for tea And love makes you happy, apparently As I wait at the station, a rose in my hand SongtexteI don't have a choir or a military band Glass made to shatter, eggs made to break But sure as I'm standing, a heart's made to ache Strike out the fanfare, she's coming home soon And all that I own is this untidy room Bed for my sleeping, table for tea And love makes you happy, apparently And love makes you happy, apparently Love makes you happy, apparently And love makes you happy, apparently... Aus Songtexte Mania