There’s that look in you eye,
I know what you’re thinking,
It’s just like the sixties to me,
You paint it all black.
It’s all right; run if you want to, but I see you coming through another wall of doubt.
You hear the voice in your heart,
You get that longing,
It goes far beyond all the words, the great arguments.
It’s OK; long for your lover,
You’ll find He’s standing out beyond the walls of doubt.
Love, love puts to rest some of the questions,
Love, find it and see; the doubts will go fading away.
All through the hours of the day there’s something strange growing,
The seed of laughter and light way down inside you.
It’s all right; you can let go now, for love is a master’s plow,
Crash down the walls of doubt.
There’s that look in you eye,
I know what you’re thinking,
It’s just like the sixties to me,
You paint it all black.
It’s all right; you can let go now, for love is a master’s plow,
Crash down the walls of doubt.
Love is a master’s plow,
Crash down the walls of doubt,
Love is a master’s plow,
Crash down the walls of doubt.
