And they will talk about us babe, from the sounds to the capes
On the native and the foreign shores
In Sarajevo we'll be Ta Naranchasta Sunca
And in Rome we'll be La Grande Amore
And in the south, way in the glades, they will sit in the shade
And proclaim our love bent space and time
Deep in the mountains of Nepal where they don't speak at all
They'll just smile and they will make this sign
And they will talk about our love in the story books my friend
And they will talk about our love in the story books my friend
And tales they'll tell beneath the sky, with their fires beside
To their progeny 'bout how we met
And some will say it was in Nice at a rally for peace
Others on a train in Lafayette
And there will be a secret club called The Order of Stuff
Comprised of mostly PhDs
And they will sit in remote stations and develop equations
To explain the way you looked at me
And they will talk about our love in the story books my friend
And they will talk about our love in the story books my friend
There will be rivalries among powerful houses that run
A thousand years, with no end in sight
And all because there were two brothers, who because of their lovers Disagreed the Colour of your eyes
And some will say it never was, never happened because
A love like ours would die in a day
And some will say it was all staged by an alien race
Or was cover for the CIA
And they will talk about our love in the story books my friend
And they will talk about our love in the story books my friend
And they will talk about our love in the story books my friend
And they will talk about us