| Song | Isn't It Nice |
| Artist | The Hollies |
| Album | Special Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Clarke/Sylvester Music:Clarke/Sylvester | |
| Isn't it nice to be someone | |
| Someone you've dreamed that you are | |
| Isn't it such a nice feeling | |
| The feeling you've wished upon a star | |
| You have slipped down a rainbow | |
| Discovered your own pot of gold | |
| You are living your wildest dream | |
| Use them you'll never grow old | |
| Just like Cinderella | |
| But your clock will never strike twelve | |
| You have something to envy | |
| That everyone wants for themselves | |
| You have slipped down a rainbow | |
| Discovered your own pot of gold | |
| Chasing moonbeams and catching the wind | |
| and living stories you've been told | |
| verse 2 | |
| Isn't it nice to be somewhere | |
| In places you've dreamed that you've seen | |
| Isn't it such a nice feeling | |
| being where you've never been | |
| verse 1 |
| Lyrics: Clarke Sylvester Music: Clarke Sylvester | |
| Isn' t it nice to be someone | |
| Someone you' ve dreamed that you are | |
| Isn' t it such a nice feeling | |
| The feeling you' ve wished upon a star | |
| You have slipped down a rainbow | |
| Discovered your own pot of gold | |
| You are living your wildest dream | |
| Use them you' ll never grow old | |
| Just like Cinderella | |
| But your clock will never strike twelve | |
| You have something to envy | |
| That everyone wants for themselves | |
| You have slipped down a rainbow | |
| Discovered your own pot of gold | |
| Chasing moonbeams and catching the wind | |
| and living stories you' ve been told | |
| verse 2 | |
| Isn' t it nice to be somewhere | |
| In places you' ve dreamed that you' ve seen | |
| Isn' t it such a nice feeling | |
| being where you' ve never been | |
| verse 1 |
| Lyrics: Clarke Sylvester Music: Clarke Sylvester | |
| Isn' t it nice to be someone | |
| Someone you' ve dreamed that you are | |
| Isn' t it such a nice feeling | |
| The feeling you' ve wished upon a star | |
| You have slipped down a rainbow | |
| Discovered your own pot of gold | |
| You are living your wildest dream | |
| Use them you' ll never grow old | |
| Just like Cinderella | |
| But your clock will never strike twelve | |
| You have something to envy | |
| That everyone wants for themselves | |
| You have slipped down a rainbow | |
| Discovered your own pot of gold | |
| Chasing moonbeams and catching the wind | |
| and living stories you' ve been told | |
| verse 2 | |
| Isn' t it nice to be somewhere | |
| In places you' ve dreamed that you' ve seen | |
| Isn' t it such a nice feeling | |
| being where you' ve never been | |
| verse 1 |