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?