All is quiet on New Year's day A world in white gets underway I want to be with you, be with you, night and day Nothing changes on New Year's day
A crowd has gathered, black and white Arms entwined, the chosen few The newspapers says, says
Oh, maybe the time is right
And so we're told this is the golden age And gold is the reason for the wars we wage Though I want to be with you Be with you night and day Nothing changes on New Year's day