No rain shall fall on my parade My love let the sun rise again You gotta work it out to make it right Five or ten years down the line you’ll see If you worked it out, made it right You’d realise it’s meant to be
Back where I belong Here we go again Where I come from if you get knocked down Then you get back up again
Back where I belong I heard you lost a friend Where I come from if you get knocked down Then you get back up again