Picking wild berries on a cold autumn day
Is like picking at memories that won’t go away
Like pretty Daniel Green the first to hold my hand
Who took me to the woods taught me to understand
Love is so beautiful love is a gift
You don’t know how precious until it is missed
Love is . . .
Walking on a beach feel the sand beneath my feet
Got no one to hold my hand jealous of those I meet
Couples together walking by the sea
Bringing back memories of how love used to be
Love was so beautiful love was a gift
You don’t know how precious until it is missed
Love was . . .
Sitting by a roaring fire a lover in your arms
Holding you tight promises to keep you warm
Then as the sparks fly off into the night
You know that it’s love when it feels so right
Love is so beautiful love is a gift
You don’t know how precious until it is missed
Love is . . .
Walking through the park dragging your past behind
Your mind wandering back to that time
When David held you as you watched the sunrise
And then he told you that he had a wife
Love was so beautiful love was a gift
You don’t know how precious until it is missed
Love was . . .
Picking wild berries on a cold autumn day
Is like picking at memories that won’t go away
Like pretty Daniel Green the first to hold my hand
Who took me to the woods taught me to understand
Love is so beautiful love is a gift
You don’t know how precious until it is missed
Love is . . .
