Intro : (x3)
In the daytime, time for cele- bration.
No use lookin' down, if it's over here.
It's a world, a new cre- ation.
And the golden light of the morning, makes it easy to comb your hair.
And the love of the child; it's the time of t he ye ar.
In the daytime, you can move a mountain.
With a blink of your eye;
Now it's over here, now it's over there.
It's a world, with no compli- cations.
And the curtains on the window, start blowing like your hair.
And the love that I feel, 'cos it's the time of t he ye ar.
Mysterious moon, found me cryin' in the dark;
Heard my footsteps on the stairs.
Mysterious moon found me cryin', but the sun,
Dried my tears; showed he cares.
Instrumental : (x7)
In the daytime, time for cele- bration.
No use lookin' down; children open your eyes.
It's a world, a whole nation.
Now the white boats have landed, and the innocent are here.
So dream for the child, 'cos it's the time of t he ye ar.
Finale : (x3)
(x2)