Love Is a Beautiful Thing

Love is a beautiful thing
Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
Love is a beautiful thing
Unless it’s you loving another man
Then I can’t stand to see you
Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
If it’s not me, you see, how could love be a thing of beauty
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
Then it’s not me, you se—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 blossomed 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, you see, so how could that be a thing of beauty?