Gilbert O'Sullivan
Clair
The moment I met you, I swear.
I felt as if something, somewhere,
Had happened to me,
which I couldn't see.
And then, the moment I met you,
Again I knew in my heart
that we were friends.
It had to be so,
it couldn't be no.
But try as hard as I might do,
I don't know why.
You get to me in a way
I can't describe.
Words mean so little
when you look up and smile.
I don't care what people say,
to me you're more than a child
Oh, Clair.
Clair
Clair
If ever a moment so rare
Was captured for all to compare.
That moment is you
in all that you do.
But why in spite of our
age difference do I cry
each time I leave you,
I feel I could die.
Nothing means more to me
than hearing you say,
"I'm going to marry you.
Will you marry me Uncle Ray?"
Oh, Clair.
Clair
Clair
"I've told you before"
"Don't you dare!"
"Get back into bed."
"Can't you see that it's late."
"No you can't have a drink."
"Oh all right then,
but wait just a bit."
While I, in an effort to babysit,
capture my breath,
what there is left of it.
You can be murder
at this hour of the day.
But in the morning this hour
will seem a lifetime away.
Oh, Clair
Clair
Oh, Clair
In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promised myself
To treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make clear to who
Ever what it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch
at a church with people saying
My God, that's tough, she stood him up
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright, and gay
Looking forward to
Who wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play
When, as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who, if he really does exist
Why did he desert me?
And in my hour of need
I truly am, indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can’t be mended
Left unattended, what do we do?
What do we do?
Alone again, Naturally
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn’t understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally