When I see some baby pigeons with their mommy in a nest
I get a joyous feeling sorta rising in my chest
That's love

When I see a perfect rock or a row of paper clips
A quiet kind of pleasure makes a smile come to my lips
That’s love, too

When I hold my little nephew and I bounce him on my knee
I'm smiling down at him and he's smiling up at me
That’s love

Love's a simple thing to see, oh, I go on for hours
With oatmeal in a bowl to love, who needs hearts and flowers?
And even though his silly tricks can drive us far apart
I'll always have a special place for Ernie in my heart