Who are we to doubt the things we see?
A rose, a leaf, a tree
And who are they to dare to say our love can never be?
Ask yourself, and ask the friendly dove, why bluebirds mate above
Then who are we to turn the key that locks the door to love?
As sure as summer follows spring
As sure as Sunday church bells ring
As sure as oceans ebb and flow
I know, I know
Love is on for mortals such as we
Just fools would disagree
So to deny a love so true
My darling, who are we?
As sure as summer follows spring
As sure as Sunday church bells ring
As sure as oceans ebb and flow
I know, I know
Love is on for mortals such as we
Just fools would disagree
So to deny a love so true
My darling, who are we?
