Song of joy

Diamonds are a precious thing.
More precious than silver.
More precious than gold.
But love is a far more precious
thing.
At least that's what I've been told.
And that's why I'm here.
Because I cannot contain it.
In my heart any longer.
What once was little is getting
bigger and bigger.
And what was weak is getting
Stronger and stronger.
A song of joy.
A song of joy.
A song of joy.
A song of joy.
A song of joy and love.
I went down to the library.
To get me a book by some Italian poet.
And I read it from cover to cover.
And from front to back.
I was only guessing before.
But now I know it.
What do you like best Spring or
Summer?
I like the springtime best of all.
In the springtime the birds are
singing.
The flowers are growing.
Oh man.
You got it all.
And that's why I'm here.
Because I can't contain it in my
heart any longer.
What once was little is getting
bigger.
And bigger.
And what once was weak is getting
Stronger and stronger.
A song of joy and love.