I drove through mist from the brook
In the low moonlight
Thank you all — you made me feel
So welcome here, tonight
We speak awhile of the old days
Years ago in times so far
To see the second-brightest star
Depends on where you are
Depends on where you are…
Of all, those songs that stirred us all
The poetry and art
Help us forget we’re quite alone
A canopy of stars…
We plot celestial heavens
With telescopes and charts
To see the second-brightest star
So we know where we are
We know just where we are…
Oh, rain rains down…
England is dreaming
Of the change of the seasons
The song of the hedgerow
To love and to be loved…
And if we only have love
It’s more than enough
To see the second-brightest star
Depends on where we are
Depends on where we are…