Here she comes, heads turn around
Here she comes to take her crown

Is there a time to run for cover,
A time for kiss and tell?
Is there a time for different colours,
Different names you find it hard to spell?
Is there a time for first communion,
A time for East 17?
Is there a time to turn to Mecca,
Is there a time to be a beauty queen?

Here she comes, beauty plays the clown
Here she comes, surreal in her crown

Dici che il fiume trova la via al mare
Che come il fiume giungerai a me
Oltre i confini e le terre assetate
Dici che come fiume, come fiume
L'amore giungera, l'amore
E non so piú pregare
E nell'amore non so piú sperare
E quell'amore non so piú aspettare

Is there a time for tying ribbons,
A time for Christmas trees?
Is there a time for laying tables,
When the night is set to freeze?