I can see clearly now the rain is gone
Afar off, the sun peeks
And the birds? They sing a sweet, sweet song
That I cannot believe
They whisper in my sleep: Ivana's not Marie
Oh Ivana's not Marie
And I hate myself for narrating a tale that I know I can't read
Ivana's not Marie
Oh Ivana's not Marie
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
Afar off, the sun peeks
And the birds? They sing a sweet, sweet song
That I cannot believe
They whisper in my sleep: Ivana's not Marie
Oh Ivana's not Marie
And I hate myself for narrating a tale that I know I can't read
Ivana's not Marie
Oh Ivana's not Marie