Shouldn't there be lightning flashing in the sky?
Shouldn't there be thunder crashing by and by?
Shouldn't there be choirs singing high above?
That's supposed to happen if we are in love
Shouldn't there be music playing in the trees?
Shouldn't there be flowers swaying in the breeze?
Shouldn't every pigeon tell us he's a dove?
That's supposed to happen if we are in love
Shouldn't every little pool become a wishing well?
Shouldn't every auto horn become a ringing bell?
Shouldn't every tenement become a citadel?
If it's love I'm told that's how you tell
But if there can't be rainbows following behind
If there can't be rockets, darling, I won't mind
Minus all those trimmings that I'm speaking of
I'd dare them to deny that we're in love
