Song of Joy

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