They say that falling is love is wonderful
It's wonderful, so they say.
And with the moon up above, it's wonderful
It's wonderful, so they tell me.
I can't recall who said it;
I know I never read it;
I only know they tell me that love is grand, and
The thing that's known as romance is wonderful, wonderful
In every way, so they say.
To leave your house some morning,
And without any warning,
You're stopping people shouting that love is grand, and
To hold the girl in your arms is wonderful, wonderful
In every way, so they say
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