[Verse 1]
God and his only Son
Paid a courtesy call on Earth
One Sunday morning
Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips
Songbirds sang from the tips of cottonwoods
Old folks wept for His love in these hard times
[Verse 2]
"Well, we gotta get going," said the restless Lord to the Son
"There are galaxies yet to be born
Creation is never done
Anyway, these people are slobs here
If we stay, it's bound to be a mob scene
But disappear and it's love and hard times"
[Chorus]
I loved her the first time I saw her
I know that's an old songwriting cliché
Loved you the first time I saw you
Can't describe it any other way
Any other way
The light of her beauty was warm as a summer day
[Post-Chorus]
Clouds of antelope roll by
No hint of rain to come
In the prairie sky
It's just love, love, love, love, love
God and his only Son
Paid a courtesy call on Earth
One Sunday morning
Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips
Songbirds sang from the tips of cottonwoods
Old folks wept for His love in these hard times
[Verse 2]
"Well, we gotta get going," said the restless Lord to the Son
"There are galaxies yet to be born
Creation is never done
Anyway, these people are slobs here
If we stay, it's bound to be a mob scene
But disappear and it's love and hard times"
[Chorus]
I loved her the first time I saw her
I know that's an old songwriting cliché
Loved you the first time I saw you
Can't describe it any other way
Any other way
The light of her beauty was warm as a summer day
[Post-Chorus]
Clouds of antelope roll by
No hint of rain to come
In the prairie sky
It's just love, love, love, love, love
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