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