Horace, Horace Vandergelder
Mrs. Horace Vandergelder
Just leave everything to me
Though it won't be like the first time
How can it be like the first time?
But why does it have to be?

Don't look for shooting stars
For love is only love
You touch and
Still you touch the ground
Don't listen for those bells
For love is only love.

And if it's love you've found
Your heart won't hear a sound
And when you hold his hand
You only hold his hand.

The violins are all a bluff
But if you're really wise
The silence of his eyes
Will tell you
Love is only love
And it's wonderful enough.