I knew her long ago out on the edge of broken time I could see clear into her soul though her dark colored eyes we used to laugh together at the strangeness of it all her laughter light as a feather I can still hear it now
ain’t it funny ‘bout love ain’t it funny ‘bout love funny ‘bout love
Her mama used to say to me look after my little girl she’s delicate as you can see and it’s such a fast and cruel world but the cards fell and the wheel turned we each went our own way oh but I could always still see her though the mist on a dreamy day
ain’t it funny ‘bout love ain’t it funny ‘bout love funny ‘bout love
Years went by like days in a week lines began to show on my face one day on a small city street I saw her walking out of some place we stood there like time was nothing at all our eyes talking a fine rain had begun to fall and we both started laughing
ain’t it funny ‘bout love ain’t it funny ‘bout love funny ‘bout love.