Neither the flowers on the hill,
Or the moonlight on the sea,
Have ever looked so blue.
And everything looks new again,
In that old familiar way.
The view from my room,
Of the ships on the bay,
Had come to bore me through and through.
But they suddenly seem new again,
In that old familiar way.
The delicate ballet of blossoms falling off a tree,
Had long gone unnoticed by me.
I'm stunned by what now I finally see.
It's amazing the wonders you can find,
Just by stepping outside.
There's a skip in my step, a divine state of joy,
In everything I do.
Welcome to the Gay Parade.