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Galileo fell in love |
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As a Galilean boy |
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And he wondered what in heavens |
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Who'd invented such a joy |
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But the question got the better |
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Of his scientific mind |
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And to his blind and dyin' day |
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He'd look up high and often sigh and sometimes cry |
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Who puts the rainbows in the sky? |
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Who lights the stars at night? |
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Who dreamt up someone so divine |
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Someone like you and made them mine? |
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Love can make you ask some funny questions now and then |
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But just remember the alternative |
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For I remember when |
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I was lonely and unhappy |
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And my lips were cold as ice |
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Still you kissed me |
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And good heavens |
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Now I'm here in paradise |
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So if ever I'm not kissing you or |
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Looking in your eyes |
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I won't be blind |
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And I won't cry |
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I'll look up high and gladly sigh and thank the guy |
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Who put the rainbows in the sky |
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Who lights the stars at night? |
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Who dreamt up someone so divine |
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Someone like you and made them mine? |
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Someone like you and made them mine? |
