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.