Clair
Clair
The moment I met you, I swear.
I felt as If something, somewhere.
Had happened to me, which I couldn't see.
And then the moment I met you, again.
I knew in my heart that we were friends.
It had to be so, it couldn't be no.
But try as hard as I might do, I don't know why.
You get to me in a way I can't describe.
Words mean so little when you look up and smile.
I don't care what people say, to me you're more than a child.
Oh Clair, Clair ...
Clair.
If ever a moment so rare.
Was captured for all to campare.
That moment is you in all that you do.
But why in spite of our age difference do I cry.
Each time I leave you I feel I could die.
Nothing means more to me than hearing you say.
I'm going to marry you. Will you marry me? Oh hurray!
Oh Clair, Clair ...
Clair.
I've told you before "don't you dare!"
"Get back into bed."
"Can't you see that it's late."
"No you can't have a drink."
"Oh allright then, but wait just a minute."
While I, in an effort to babysit, catch up on my breath.
What there is left of it.
You can be murder at this hour of the day.
But in the morning the sun will see my lifetime away.
Oh Clair, Clair ...
Oh Clair.
The moment I met you, I swear.
I felt as If something, somewhere.
Had happened to me, which I couldn't see.
And then the moment I met you, again.
I knew in my heart that we were friends.
It had to be so, it couldn't be no.
But try as hard as I might do, I don't know why.
You get to me in a way I can't describe.
Words mean so little when you look up and smile.
I don't care what people say, to me you're more than a child.
Oh Clair, Clair ...
Clair.
If ever a moment so rare.
Was captured for all to campare.
That moment is you in all that you do.
But why in spite of our age difference do I cry.
Each time I leave you I feel I could die.
Nothing means more to me than hearing you say.
I'm going to marry you. Will you marry me? Oh hurray!
Oh Clair, Clair ...
Clair.
I've told you before "don't you dare!"
"Get back into bed."
"Can't you see that it's late."
"No you can't have a drink."
"Oh allright then, but wait just a minute."
While I, in an effort to babysit, catch up on my breath.
What there is left of it.
You can be murder at this hour of the day.
But in the morning the sun will see my lifetime away.
Oh Clair, Clair ...
Oh Clair.
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Writer(s): O'sullivan Gilbert
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