What itis like

In Iowa, in the tall grass, there’s a couple She’s very young and he’s a young preacher And every day they would go out To the fields where nothing is planted And lie in the tall grass But one day he called her into the sanctuary And he said ‘Kate, I’ve been touched by the Lord; I don’t need you any more.’ And she didn’t know what to think But she loved the Lord So she just leaned back in the pew And thought about the tall grass and said ‘Reverend,’ she said, ‘Reverend ‘Reverend, the only reason I did it is to find out what it’s like.’ Oh give me the truth to me And tell me of what I see A feeling there must be an answer for me I feel like I ache all over Inside my heart is so, so troubled I feel like I could die Oh is this what love’s supposed to be? But I, I’m not one to gamble And I don’t need to scramble I didn’t know that love would strike me But this is what it’s like This is what it’s like On Sunday I read somewhere That real love is heart and soul Yeah, but only a master could understand that I left that old magazine and walked out into the green of summer I felt like I could cry But in the grass I only sat Well I, I’m not one to gamble And I don’t need to scramble I didn’t know that love would strike me But this is what it’s like This is what it’s like