Sure, you say, they’ve sung that song before, And what is more, they’ve changed the music. They’ve changed the words; it’s just a game! And now the singer has gone and changed his name. Sure, you say, I’ve heard those words before. They touched my core; they had a meaning. They said it all, they were complete! No earthly poem could sound so sweet. Listen (¡just listen!) to that same song again. It speaks of life; it speaks of change. Listen! The singer’s come again! His song will never be quite the same. Sure, you say, that tune is known by all. I will not fall into believing, That something new has just begun! That tune was always the only one. Sure, you say, that rhythm’s old by now. I don’t know how you can deny it! Sometimes it speaks, sometimes it’s dumb. The only change is in the drum. Listen (¡just listen!) to that same song again. It speaks of life; it speaks of change. Listen! The singer’s come again! His song will never be quite the same. Sure, you say, I’ve seen that Sun before. Came through my door yesterday’s dawning. But that day died, and now it’s gone. Turn out the light, let me sleep on! Sure, you say, I know that Nightingale. He told a tale when day was dawning. He sang so sweet, it made me cry: Why did they kill Him? Why did He die? Listen (¡just listen!) to that same song again. It speaks of life, it speaks of change. Listen (¡just listen!) the singer’s come again! His song will never be quite the same. His song will never be quite the same.
