Babe, I come from another land Baby, I wanna hold your hand Yes, we are two of a kind When we are side by side Singing and living all that we really want Fell in my lips, see in my eyes Burns a fire tongue the same sunshine Hearts and minds of the people Is growing up like a tree A strong field tree of liberty There's no matther to say About flying saucers Latin America and others replays There's no matther to say But a flyng condor can be More than more than more Across the universe Mañanas de sol que el hombre pueblo cantará Sus ojos en el mar de otros ojos a se mezclar La Calle a brillar siempre que hermanos estrechar Estrellas estrellas estrellas Nuestras manos hacen alumbrar Babe, I come from another land Baby, I wanna hold you hand