Lena Horne - Love

Love can be a moment's madness
Love can be insane
Love can be a life of sadness and pain

Love can be a summer shower
Love can be the sun
Love can be two hearts that flower as one

It can be fine and free
But it's true it doesn't always happen to you

Love can be a dying ember
Love can be a flame
Love pledged in september may be dead in December
You may not even remember that it came

Love can be a joy forever or a dirty shame
Love is almost never, ever the same

Oh, love can be a joy forever
Or an empty name
Love is almost never, ever the same

Oh, love can be a cup of sorrow
Love can be a lie
Love can be make you wake tomorrow,and sigh
Love can be a snow-capped montain
Love can be the truth
Love can be endless fountain of yourth

It can be ectasy
But that kind is not so very easy to find

Oh, love can be a tinkling cymbal
Love can be a dirge
Love may seem amusing
Afar constantly fusing
But it may end up by losing
Its urge

Oh, love ca be a sweet endeavor
Or dirty shame
Love is almost never, ever the same