Clair by Gilbert O'Sullivan ‧ 1972
Clair, the moment I met you, I swearI felt as if something, somewhereHad happened to meWhich I couldn't see
And then, the moment I met you againI knew in my heart that we were friendsIt had to be soIt couldn't be no
But try as hard as I might do, I don't know whyYou get to me in a way, I can't describeWords mean so little when you look up and smileI don't care what people sayTo me you're more than a childOh, ClairClair
Clair, if ever a moment so rareWas captured for all to compareThat moment is youIn all that you doBut why in spite of our age difference do I cry?Each time I leave you, I feel I could die
Nothing means more to me than hearing you say"I'm going to marry you""Will you marry me, Uncle Ray?"Oh, ClairClair
ClairI've told you before, don't you dareGet back into bedCan't you see that it's lateNo, you can't have a drinkOh, all right thenBut wait just a minute
While I, in an effort to babysitCatch up on my breathWhat there is left of itYou can be murder at this hour of the dayBut in the morning the sunWill see my lifetime awayOh, ClairClair
Oh, Clair
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