I don't have the glasses To hold the champagne To celebrate the moment You're in my arms again I don't have the breath To blow the balloons All that I'm hoping Is you're coming home soon I don't have the bunting or Supply of cigars The 'Welcome Home' banners To hang from the bars All that I have Is these arms I own To put round your waist And pull you back home Strike out the fanfare She's coming home soon And all that I own Is this untidy room Bed for my sleeping Table for tea And love makes you happy Apparently I can't hold the tears in To write you the song To welcome you back After loving you so long And I ain't got the money To buy you the ride To get you from there To here by my side Strike out the fanfare She's coming home soon And all that I own Is this untidy room Bed for my sleeping Table for tea And love makes you happy Apparently ♪ As I wait in the station A rose in my hand I don't have the choir Or the military band Glass made to shatter Eggs made to break As sure as I'm standing A heart's made to ache Strike out the fanfare She's coming home soon And all that I own Is this untidy room Bed for my sleeping Table for tea And love makes you happy Apparently And love makes you happy Apparently And love makes you happy Apparently And love makes you happy Apparently