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

That be a thing of beauty?

Oh no

Love is a beautiful thing

Birds are singing songs down from the trees

Love is a beautiful thing

The breeze is blowing, rustling Autumn leaves

But if those leaves are rustling

Underneath somebody else's feet

If it's not me you see then

How could that be a thing of beauty?

I find comfort in believing

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

Love is a beautiful thing

And on 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, it seems

How could that be a thing of beauty?

Oh no

How could that be a thing of beauty?