Monica Martin - Love Is a Beautiful Thing [Hill Climber] Lyrics
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Love Is a Beautiful Thing [Hill Climber]
Love Is a Beautiful Thing [Hill Climber] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Love Is a Beautiful Thing [Hill Climber] By Monica Martin?
Love is a beautiful thing
Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands Love is a beautiful thing Unless it's you loving another man And I can't stand to see you hugging Kissing, laughing, holding hands If it's not me you see How could that be a thing of beauty? Oh no 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 If it's not me you see then How could that be a thing of beauty? I find comfort in the leaving Over time I'll come to see someday How love could be that way Love is a beautiful thing Winter's rage has often leaned to spring Love is a beautiful 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, it seems How could that be a thing of beauty? Oh no How could that be a thing of beauty? |
Who Wrote Love Is a Beautiful Thing [Hill Climber] By Monica Martin?
Theo Katzman, Woody Goss, Jack Stratton, Joe Dart
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What's The Duration Of The Love Is a Beautiful Thing [Hill Climber] By Monica Martin?The duration of Love Is a Beautiful Thing [Hill Climber] is 3:53 minutes and seconds. |
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