Oh, Beautiful Girl

Oh beautiful girl
come down from your throne
and while we're at it
why not take down Rome.

And when Rome has fallen
and peace been regained
give me your hand
and we'll dance in the rain.

And when the rain has dried up
and there's no room to walk
we'll sit ourselves down
and just have a talk.

And we'll talk through the ages of roses and flowers,
we'll talk through the seconds, the minutes, the hours.

Oh beautiful girl,
oh beautiful girl,
won't you fly away with me,
fly away across the sea.