What Love Is
Love is a morning sunrise;
Love is the rain that falls;
Love is an evening sunset,
A stranger who calls.
Love is an April shower,
The warmth of a summer day.
That chases tears away.
Bridge:
Green as the grass that's growing,
Blue as the sky above,
Soft as the wind that's blowing,
All these things are love.
Love is a bolt of lightning
Slashing across the sky.
Love is the tender warmth
I see within your eye.
Bridge:
Green as the grass that's growing,
Blue as the sky above,
Soft as the wind that's blowing,
All these thing are love.
Love is a morning sunrise,
Love is the rain that falls;
Love is an evening sunset,
And I'm the one who calls.