Wipe the TearsWipe the tears from your eyesI can’t see or be seenI’m glad to be aliveShe dreads getting old, getting oldI’m glad to be aliveI want a drink of wineWhen the music stopsShe dreads getting old, getting oldOnly a dreamWhat to them know anywayOnly a dreamWhat you’re sayingOnly a dreamWipe the tears from your eyesWipe the tears from your eyesWipe the tears from your eyes