LYRICS

What is love?
Is it only ours?
Or does love whisper in the flowers?
Surely we, children of this world,
Could not love by our own powers.

What is joy? Is it just a dream?
Or does joy laugh in every stream?
Are the clouds mindless after all?
Or is joy all Nature’s theme?

“God is dead”—so men say:
Can’t they see all life’s His play?
Not a church binds Him as its own.
Not a creed makes Him fully known.
Foolish we, if we limit Him:
Ev’ry atom is His throne.

What is love? Is it only ours?
Or does love whisper in the flowers?
Surely we, children of this world,
Could not love by our own powers.
What is love? What is love?
Is it love we touch in the flowers?