Self-describing title
performed by Rob Elliott

Love Song

If I don’t write another song,
let the last one be for love.
And if I don’t live another day,
let the last one be in love.
Love is worth the trying for.
Love is worth the dying for.
If I never write another song,
let the last one be for love.

You can almost hear the sound,
a gentle rustling in the trees;
and your heart glides on the breeze
as it slowly turns around,
to bring you face to face with love

If I don’t breathe another word,
let the last one be for love.
And if I’m remembered for something,
let the memory be love.
Life is filled with distractions.
We waste breath and actions.
So if I don’t breathe another word,
let the last one be for love.

You can almost hear the sound,
a gentle rustling in the trees;
and your heart glides on the breeze
as it slowly turns around,
to bring you face to face with love

copyright: Thomas Simanek and Rob Elliott