| There is a world. I've never heard | |
| Yet I hear it most of the time | |
| Here is a sound. I've never found | |
| Yet I feel it most of the time | |
| Oh should they ever turn you to blue, dear | |
| What will I do | |
| And should they ever turn you to gray, dear | |
| What will I say | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh, don't you turn too | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh, if I ever change | |
| Learn to confide, we'll move tides | |
| I believe this most of the time | |
| Whether it be untrue, fade from gray, fade to blue | |
| All we need is most of the time | |
| Oh should they ever turn you to blue, dear | |
| What will I do | |
| And should they ever turn you to gry, dear | |
| What will I say | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh, don't you turn too | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh, if I ever change | |
| There is a word, love | |
| Mosgt of the time | |
| There is a word, love | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh, don't you turn too | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh, if I ever change |