You picked a pretty wild rose from its home of thorns
and pinned it in my hair.
And then you made a bracelet woven out of clover
just for me to wear.
A sweet bouquet of rainbow-colored flowers
to brighten up my day.
Then I would softly sing along to
your guitar or listen while you play.
You'd sing love can be so beautiful in
ours is and it grows each passing day.
Slept outside beneath a jeweled sky
filled up with tiny diamond stars.
A bed of velvet mossy green was nature's gift to lovers like we are.
And in the morning we would laugh and
splash and bathe in crystal silver streams.
Then gentle rain would pitter-patter
lullabies to send us back to dreams.
You'd sing love can be so beautiful in
ours is and I know what loving means.
You'd sing love can be so beautiful in
ours is and I know what loving means.