Who can say what love is? Does it start in the mind or the heart? When I hear discussions on what love is Everybody speaks a different part Love is funny, or it's sad Or it's quiet, or it's mad It's a good thing, or it's bad But beautiful Beautiful to take a chance And if you fall, you fall And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all Love is tearful, or it's gay It's a problem, or it's play It's a heartache either way But beautiful And I'm thinking if you were mine I'd never let you go And that would be but beautiful Yes, that would be oh, so beautiful That I'd never let you go, go