A Little Thing Called Love

Written by: Terrell Martin

Every now and then I wake up / from a dream inside my head / 
that lifts me high up in the sky to where my soul is led; 
way out past the moon and sun and beyond the Milky Way 
where I meet up with some old friends of mine 
I once knew yesterday.  And they say:
                                    
                                   Refrain:
Nothing lasts forever not the oceans or the air; 
not the clouds above or grass below we walk on everywhere.  
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above.  
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love.  

As I wander around the deep space I found / out there in my mind, 
I see everything that’s ever been since the first Big Bang of time.  
Coming and going like a river that’s flowing / 
with everything that’s ever been around.  
Like grains of sand in an hour glass everything is coming down.  Because

Nothing lasts forever not the oceans or the air; 
not the clouds above or grass below we walk on everywhere.  
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above.  
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love.  
                                   

When I wake up from the wandering way out there in the night / 
to the sun rising out my window sill and birds taking off in flight; 
I’m reminded that we’ll all be gone like dust scattered in the wind / 
but it’s good to be right here and now where I hear love begins.  And where    

Nothing lasts forever not the oceans or the air; 
not the clouds above or grass below we walk on everywhere.  
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above.  
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love.  

They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above.  
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love.