The Future (Conclusion): Song Without Words

(If our right to live were yours hauntingly)
(I want to build a little hut, maybe two bedrooms)
(I want to build a little hut on a star)

(I want to built a little hut on a star)

If a man has a story that he badly needs to tell
A man's imagination makes a lovely wishing well
(Make a wish, make a wish)
I wish I could write a song everyone alive could understand

(A song that a frenchman could sing to a spaniard)
(A song that a german could sing to a russian)
(A song that if ever you'd sing, you are king)
(Wouldn't it be wonderful, won't it be grand)
To write a song that the whole wide world could understand

(Lala, lalala, lala, lala, lalala, lala...)

(Gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told)
(I'm gonna say, please missus gypsy, tell me what the future will hold)
(Tell us what the future will hold.)