Strangers

I'm a stranger to you, I know
You're a stranger to me, and so
If there's something better than being strangers
That's the way to go

As a start we could really try
To look out with a kindly eye
And regard each other with friendly glances
And a friendly sigh

Would you stand quite near?
With my hand right here?
I can see you're clearly growing dearer, dear

If you stumble I'll break the fall
If you run to me when I call
Then we'll find we never werе really strangers
After all

Would you stand quitе near?
With my hand right here?
I can see you're clearly growing dearer, dear

If you stumble I'll break the fall
If you run to me when I call
Then we'll find we never were really strangers
After all