there she stands looking out to sea waiting for her first love keep on waiting for him a little baby cries in the arms of the night she’s calling out his name like a Madame butterfly
wait eh eh for the favoured one with the favourite heart that he promised too many years for now
there she stands looking back at me her red frames her pale face against the black scenery voices calling back at you they’re just whispers in the wind living on those sweet memories won’t bring him back again but your heart keeps telling you to
wait eh eh for the favoured one with the favourite heart that he promised too many years for now wait eh eh for the tenderness of a tender heart that he promised too many years from now
she’ll never leave to be left with the chance of living a lie on her own she won’t believe she’s caught in a trance of wishing she wasn’t alone
wait eh eh for the favoured one with the favourite heart that he promised too many years for now wait eh eh for the tenderness of a tender heart that he promised too many years from now