Текст: Copyright. Honeymoon.

Wedding bells as heard from a bus
Clanging bells, they ring for the two of us
When they're through with us
Up in the sky, threatening cloud drifts by
Eloped so soon, hope there's no typhoon
On our honeymoon
Kids casting stones wave to the ship
With a moan and a shudder, we're fast on our trip
What future awaits, we're ready to brave

Whatever our fate from here to the grave
The ocean, once azure, is quite blacker than before
And we are far from any shore
The cries of the gulls make a lullabye
Day comes too soon
On our honeymoon