On a Clear Day

<br>[speaking] &quot;why, daisy, youre a bloody miracle...<br><br>Could anyone among us have an inkling or a clue<br><br>What magic feats or wizardry and voodoo you can do? &quot;<br><br>And who would ever guess what powers you possess<br><br>And who would not be stunned to see you prove<br><br>Theres more to us than surgeons can remove<br><br>So much more than we ever knew<br><br>So much more were we born to do<br><br>Should you draw back the curtain, this I am certain<br><br>Youll be impressed with you<br><br>Well, so long doctor, see you later!<br><br><br><br>On a clear day<br><br>Rise and 1ook around you<br><br>And youll see who you are<br><br>On a clear day<br><br>How it will astound you<br><br>That the glow of your being<br><br>Outshines every star<br><br>Youll feel part of every mountain sea and shore<br><br>You can hear<br><br>From far and near<br><br>A word youve never, never heard before...<br><br>And on a clear day...on a clear day...<br><br>You can see forever...<br><br>And ever...<br><br>And ever...<br><br>And ever more. . .