Love Is a Beautiful Thing

Love is a beautiful thing
 Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
 Love is a beautiful thing
 Unless it's you loving another man
 Then I can't stand to see you
 Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
 If it's not me, you see, how could love be a thing of beauty
 Love is a beautiful thing
 Birds are singing songs down from the trees
 Love is a beautiful thing
 The breeze is blowing, rustling autumn leaves
 But if those leaves are rustling underneath somebody else's feet
 Then it's not me, you se—how could that be a thing of beauty?
 I find comfort in believing
 Over time, I'll come to see, someday
 How love could be that way
 Love is a beautiful thing
 Winter's rage has blossomed into spring
 Love is a beautiful thing
 And on your hand I see that there's a ring
 And I would understand, if I had put that ring upon your hand
 But it was not me, you see, so how could that be a thing of beauty?