Some call it old fashion now but I call it Love
Some call it making a vow but I call it Love
Is it only tradition fading away
For two people to promise till d**h ends their days
Some call it old fashion now but I call it Love
But without love we're nothing
In a world where the heart is so frail
Promises made seem to break everyday
But through I heart never fails
Some call it fantasy but I call it Love
And some call it history but I call it Love
For the sacred page is a letter you see
From the hand of the history maker to me
Oh, Some call it fantasies but I call it Love
It's written in the Holy pages to anyone who is willing to know
Love brought us here and will someday appear to carry away all His own
Without love we're nothing
In a world where the heart is so frail
Promises made seem to break everyday
But through it our love never fails. (Yeah)
Some call Him only a man but I call Him Love
Some call it sad circumstance but I call it Love
When He died on the hill
It was not a disgrace
For the Holy one to offer His life in my place
Some call Him only a man but I call Him Love
Yea I call Him Love (Adlib to end)