A Little Thing Called Love

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.