People all around are searchin'
In their schoolin', in their churchin'
It seems true love is all but gone
So the search goes on and on
But just what is this thing called love?
I think we've got it all wrong
A definition from above
Has been with us all along
Chorus:
Love is patient and it's kind
No evil does it seek to find
It does not envy, does not boast
Does not keep track of who sins most
It's not self-seeking or ever rude
It always rejoices in the truth
It's the love that took our nails
This brand of love will never fail
People all around are hurtin'
With disaster they are flirtin'
The world's love is a big, cheap thrill
Showing true Love takes real skill
But just what is this thing called love?
If we had it, we could give it
The definition from above
Says it's all in how we live it
Chorus
...and the greatest of these is Love...