| Song | How Beautiful You Are |
| Artist | John Greaves |
| Album | The Trouble with Happiness |
| From the window of our honeymoon, | |
| the night looks a mite bizarre | |
| They're burning us in effigy | |
| and smoke's blotting out the stars | |
| They're torturing our servants | |
| by the light of an armoured car | |
| Please don't ask if it's the end of the line – | |
| you know I never could see that far | |
| Tonight I'd rather look at you, | |
| How beautiful you are | |
| If they ask you "what are lovers?", | |
| tell them "lovers are" | |
| Set against the order, | |
| we live outside the law | |
| I'm no hero under torture, | |
| I'll tell them all I heard and all I saw | |
| I saw everything in you, my love, | |
| it seems it's all I ever saw… | |
| Tonight I see it all anew, | |
| How beautiful you are | |
| Pass me the binoculars – | |
| no, no, leave them where they are | |
| Don't want my vision magnified, | |
| I don't need to see that far | |
| From the window of our honeymoon, | |
| draw the curtains cross the bars | |
| Let's spare ourselves that spectacle, | |
| the problem's theirs not ours | |
| Tonight I'd rather look at you, | |
| How beautiful you are |
| From the window of our honeymoon, | |
| the night looks a mite bizarre | |
| They' re burning us in effigy | |
| and smoke' s blotting out the stars | |
| They' re torturing our servants | |
| by the light of an armoured car | |
| Please don' t ask if it' s the end of the line | |
| you know I never could see that far | |
| Tonight I' d rather look at you, | |
| How beautiful you are | |
| If they ask you " what are lovers?", | |
| tell them " lovers are" | |
| Set against the order, | |
| we live outside the law | |
| I' m no hero under torture, | |
| I' ll tell them all I heard and all I saw | |
| I saw everything in you, my love, | |
| it seems it' s all I ever saw | |
| Tonight I see it all anew, | |
| How beautiful you are | |
| Pass me the binoculars | |
| no, no, leave them where they are | |
| Don' t want my vision magnified, | |
| I don' t need to see that far | |
| From the window of our honeymoon, | |
| draw the curtains cross the bars | |
| Let' s spare ourselves that spectacle, | |
| the problem' s theirs not ours | |
| Tonight I' d rather look at you, | |
| How beautiful you are |