Love - Martin Hugh, Blane

Love can be a moment’s madness

Love can be insane

Love can be a life of sadness and pain

Love can be a summer shower

Love can be the sun

Love can be two hearts that flower, as one

It can be fine and free

But it’s true: it doesn’t always happen to you

Love can be a dying ember

Love can be a flame

Love pledged in September

May be dead in December

You may not even remember

It came

Oh

Love can be a joy forever

Or an empty name

Love is almost never, ever the same

Oh

Love can be a cup of sorrow

Love can be a lie

Love can make you wake up tomorrow, and sigh

Love can be a snow-capped mountain

Love can be the truth

Love can be an endless fountain of youth

It can be ecstasy

But that kind is not so very easy to find

Oh

Love can be a tinkling cymbal

Love can be a dirge

Love may seem amusing

Afar constantly fusing

But it may end up by losing

Its urge

Oh

Love can be a sweet endeavor

Or a dirty shame

Love is almost never, ever the same

Additional verse (sung by Abbey Lincoln):

Oh

Love can be the cause for failure

Love can bring you fame

Love, fresh as the morning,

May be wild when it’s born-ing

And then, without any warning,

It’s tame

Additional ending (sung by Abbey Lincoln):

Oh

Love, a joy that’s hardly ever the same