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