Two
Wednesday, 29 January 2003
Wednesday, 29 January 2003
[Verse 1]
Me plus you, that makes two
So two we'll be: you plus me.
What'll we do, us who are two?
We'll cross the sea, and go to Italy!
Vino Italiano for me and you.
[Verse 2]
What'll be there, how will we fare
Two who are one, under the Roman sun?
I know not my dear, but this I'll share:
No ill will come, where'er we run.
There's naught to fear, for we're in the care
Of Father, Ghost and Son—Three who are One!
So let's go, let us dare, me with my lady fair.
Me plus you, that makes two
So two we'll be: you plus me.
What'll we do, us who are two?
We'll cross the sea, and go to Italy!
Vino Italiano for me and you.
[Verse 2]
What'll be there, how will we fare
Two who are one, under the Roman sun?
I know not my dear, but this I'll share:
No ill will come, where'er we run.
There's naught to fear, for we're in the care
Of Father, Ghost and Son—Three who are One!
So let's go, let us dare, me with my lady fair.
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