I've really learned a lot, really learned a lot, love is like a stove, burns you when it's hot

I've really learned a lot, really learned a lot, love is like a stove, burns you when it's hot

I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

You wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, you do the Ooby Dooby with all your might.

Without the word dream, or the concept dream, and without the word blue and the emotions, I would have been really limited in the things I've written and performed.

As you stopped to say hello, oh, you wished me well, you couldn't tell that I'd been crying over you.

Love ranges from just fascination to something almost spiritual. In the case with my wife Barbara it just keeps growing all the time.