Love

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