In my dream shine yellow lights
And in my sleep I’m groaning:
"Don’t rush tonight, don’t rush tonight -
Wisdom comes with morning!"

But come morning nothing’s right,
It’s still no roll in clover;
You retch from hunger when you light
Your fag or drink hungover.

Hey, hey, hey, one time
And one more time;
Play it many many many many many times
And one more time...

The drinking dives have dark green baize;
White napkins lie upon it.
It’s paradise for tramps and knaves
But I want to fly from it.

The church is dark and deacons light
Their incense till it’s smothered -
In the church too nothing’s right,
Nothing’s right, my brothers.

To the hill I turn and flee
For something’s made me wary;
On it grows an alder tree,
Below it spreads a cherry.

If the slope were ivy-clad
Or if there were another
Sign or something I’d be glad...
Nothing’s right, my brothers.

One time
And one more time;
Play it many many many many many times
And one more time...

Along a field and stream I go;
There is no light - God’s nowhere!
And in the vast field cornflowers grow;
The road is never over.

Along the road there is a wood;
It’s thick with wicked hags there
And at the end there’s nothing good -
A scaffold and an axe there.

Somewhere horses dance in time;
They float against their will now.
Along the road nothing’s right
And at the end worse still now.

In the church and in the dive -
As profane as each other -
Oh my brothers, nothing’s right;
Nothing’s right my brothers!

One time
And one more time;
Play it many many many many many times
And one more time...