(Billy Hill)
You've got to give a little, take a little,
And let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, and that's the glory of love.
Now laugh a little, cry a little,
Until the clouds roll by a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
As long as there's the two of us,
We've got the world and all it's charms.
But when the world is through with us,
We've got each other's arms.
You've got to win a little, lose a little,
And always have the blues a little.
'Cause that's the story of, and that's the glory of love.
You've got to give a little, take a little,
And let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, and that's the glory of love.
Now laugh a little, cry a little,
Until the clouds roll by a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
As long as there's the two of us,
We've got the world and all it's charms.
But when the world is through with us,
We've got each other's arms.
You've got to win a little, lose a little,
And always have the blues a little.
'Cause that's the story of, and that's the glory of love.