A good friend of mine
Near the end of his time
Told me something I will never forget.
"Son, when I pass away,
Remember each day,
That these were the words I last said.
I've got nothing but love,
Nothing but love,
Here in my heart and soul.
And it shines on each day,
In some mystical way
Like the moon, like the river, rolls."
Then he smiled and passed on
But I sat through the dawn
And I thought of one more thing
That he said.
"When a push comes to shove,
You must answer with love.
Oh, you throw me a brick,
I'll hand you a piece of bread.
I've got nothing but love,
Nothing but love,
Here in my heart and my soul.
And it shines on each day,
In some mystical way,
Like the moon, like the river, rolls.
I've got nothing but love,
Want nothing but love,
People, people, here in my heart,
Oh, in my soul.
And it shines on each day,
In some mystical way,
Like the moon, like the river, rolls.
Like the river rolls, like the river rolls".
