My love I wish there was another way To say the thing I want to say And not to have to say: I love you Another way to make a start
To tell you what is in my heart And how my every thought is of you
To find a phrase that says as well The secret that I long to tell I´ve scanned the dictionary´s pages But back to ´I love you´ I´ll go Eight little letters in a row That men have spoken through the ages
We say it in the songs we sing We´re read it in the things of spring Or as the PS of a letter A little cliché, quickly said Familiar as our daily bread Yet nothing seems to say it better I might have said a hundred things My phrases might have taken wings
Free the world or region hold and clever But every time I seem to stall Or three small words to say it all Three little words that spell: forever
I´ll shout it from the highest roof I´ll carve it in the trunks of trees I´ll tell the whispering breeze about you I cannot hide it anymore I cannot say it any less I might as well confess: I love you