Glory of True Love

Oh, the glory of true love Is a wild and precious thing It don't grow on old magnolias Or only blossom in the spring No, the glory of true love Is it will last your whole life through Never will go out of fashion Always will look good on you You can climb the highest mountain Touch the moon and stars above But old faithful's just a fountain Compared to the glory of true love Long before I met you, darlin' Lord, I thought I had it all I could have my lunch in London And my dinner in St. Paul I got some friends in Albuquerque Where the governor calls me "Gov" You can give 'em all to goodwill For the glory of true love You can climb the highest mountain Touch the moon and stars above But old faithful's just a fountain Compared to the glory of true love Glory, glory, glory, glory You can't never get enough Time alone will tell the story Of the glory of true love Glory, glory, glory, glory You can't never get enough Time alone will tell the story Of the glory of true love Songwriter: John Prine