When Thy Song Flows Through Me

Your love is like a chunk of gold

Hard to get and hard to hold

Like a rose that's soft to touch

Love has thorns, they hurt so much



Oh why, why

Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?



Well, you think of love as sitting on a mountain

You think of it being a great big rock

Won't you think before you start rolling down

Because once you start, you can't make a stop



I've given all that I've got to give

And if you don't want me, I don't want to live



So why, why

Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?

Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?

Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?