Love is a beautiful thing
Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
Love is a beautiful thing
Unless it’s you loving another man
And I can’t stand to see you
Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
If it’s not me you see
How could there be a thing of beautiful
Looove is a beautiful thing
Birds are singin’ songs down from the trees
Love is a beautiful thing
The breeze is blowin’, rustlin’ all them leaves
But if those leaves are rustlin’
Underneath somebody else’s feet
If it’s not me you see
Then how could there be a thing of beauty
I find comfort in believin’
Over time I’ll come to see someday
How love could be that way
Love is a beautiful thing
Winter’s rage has softened into spring
Looove is a beautiful thing
And your hand I see that there’s a ring
And I would understand if I had put
That ring upon your hand
But it was not me you see
So how could there be a thing of beauty
How could there be a thing of beauty