I learned a long time ago.

You can’t build a fire from the ashes of love.

And roses don’t bloom in the snow.

There was a lonely, lonely place that I used to know.

It used to lie way down deep in my soul.

Now, it seems that I can finally rest my head on something real.

I love the way it feels.

There are some things I may not know.

There are places in the world I may never go.

But love means more than gold to me.

I don’t have to wonder no more, I can feel it in my soul.