Love aingt a candle, it doesn't burn for one night and need the dark to shine.

Love is alive.

And love aingt just a word, in every dictionary with nowhere defined.

Love is a man, and he's mine.

Love is alive, and at our breakfast table every day of the week.

Love is alive, and it grows every day and night, even in our sleep.

Love is alive, and it's made a happy woman out of me.

Oh, love is alive... and here by me.

Love aingt just a rule, a distant far away dream that needs the night to rise.

Love is alive.

And love aingt just a song, sweet words of music to go dancing by.

Love is a man and he's mine.

Oh, love is alive, and at our breakfast table every day of the week.

Love is alive, and it grows every day and night, even in our sleep.

Love is alive, and it's made a happy woman out of me.

Oh, love is alive... and here by me.

Oh, love is alive, and at our breakfast table every day of the week.

Love is alive, and it grows every day and night, even in our sleep.

Love is alive, and it's made a happy woman out of me.

Oh, love is alive... and here by me.

Love is alive...

Here by me...

Love is alive...

Here by me...