What is love that we speak of and sing to?
What is love? What is love?
Ev'ry heart that it bends to its will
Ever longs once again to be filled

 What is love but the secrets it brings you?
What is love? What is love?
Is it sun? Is it rain? Is it tears?
The beginning or end of our years?

For lips speak not of love behind them
Or wait for it in silence to find them 

What is love to the weak it gives wings to?
What is love? What is love?
As it lifts us in flight it bestows
Both the gifts of delights and of woes 

What is love which we seek and we cling to?
Wondering of, dreaming of
From our wants can these words rise above
This is Love!  This is Love!  This is Love!