Diamonds are a precious thing
More precious than silver
More precious than gold
But love is a far more precious thing
At least, that's what I've been told

And so, well, that's why I'm here
Because I cannot contain it in my heart any longer
What once was little is getting bigger and bigger
And what once was weak is getting stronger and stronger
A song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy and love

I went down to the library and I got me a book by some Italian poet
And I read it from cover to cover, and in between, and from front to back
I was only guessing before, but now I know it
That love is something that you should not keep to yourself
It's much, much better when you let it out
And not some teeny-tiny whisper, but in a great big shout
A song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy and love

Well, what do you like best, spring or summer?
I like the springtime best of all
In the springtime, the birds are singing
The flowers are growing
Oh, man, I mean, you got it all
And that's why I'm here

And so, well, that's why I'm here
Because I cannot contain it in my heart any longer
What once was little is getting bigger and stronger and stronger
A song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy and love