A good friend of mine, near the end of his time, told me something, I would never, forget: "Son when I pass away, remember each day, that these were the words I last said".
I've got nothing but love, nothing but love, here in my heart, and soul. And it shines on each day, in some mystical way, like the moon, like the river, rose.
I've got nothing but love, nothing but love, here in my heart, and soul. And it shines on each day, in some mystical way, like the moon, like the river, rose.
Then he smiled, and passed on, but I sat thru the dawn. And I thought, of one more thing that he said: "When push comes to shove, you must answer with love. Oh-o-o you throw me a brick, I'll hand you a piece of bread".
I've got nothing but love, nothing but love, here in my heart, and my soul. And it shines on each day, in some mystical way, like the moon, like the river, rose. Woh-o-o-o-o
I've got nothing but love, nothing but love, here in my heart, and my soul. And it shines on each day, in some mystical way, like the moon, like the river, rose. Woh-o-o-o-o
Wo-oh I've got nothing but love, woh nothing but love, people people, here in my heart, and my soul. And it shines on each day, in some mystical way, like the moon, like the river, oh it rose, like the river rose. Like the river rose.