The Best Is Yet To Come

Once I was a man of fortune
Lived my life with pearls and gold
Had my time with wine and roses
I never thought of getting old

Time went by and I got wiser
Loved and lost, along the way
I found the meaning of forgiveness
Pardoned enemies and prey

When it rains, I look for rainbows
When it’s dark, I see the stars
Call me a dreamer, call me naïve
I will always say, the best is yet to come
Call me a simple man, call me naïve
On my dying bed I’ll say, the best is yet to come

Many times, I feel like screaming
Bang my head against the wall
Watch my luck run through my fingers
Losing faith in all

Then I close my eyes in silence
Feel the spirit, that I crave
April showers, bring May flowers
Growing on my grave

When it rains, I look for rainbows
When it’s dark, I see the stars
Call me a dreamer, call me naïve
I will always say the best is yet to come
Call me a simple man, call me naïve
On my dying bed I’ll say, the best is yet to come

The best is yet to come
The best is yet to come

When it rains, I look for rainbows
When it’s dark, I see the stars

On my dying bed I’ll say, the best is yet to come

On my dying bed I’ll say
The best is yet to come