I knew her long ago
out on the edge of broken time
I could see clear into her soul
though her dark colored eyes
we used to laugh together
at the strangeness of it all
her laughter light as a feather
I can still hear it now

ain’t it funny ‘bout love
ain’t it funny ‘bout love
funny ‘bout love

her mama used to say to me
look after my little girl
she’s delicate as you can see
and it’s such a fast and cruel world
but the cards fell and the wheel turned
we each went our own way
oh but I could always still see her
though mist on a dreamy day

ain’t it funny ‘bout love
ain’t it funny ‘bout love
funny ‘bout love

years went by like days in a week
lines began to show on my face
one day on a small city street
I saw her walking out of some place
we stood there like time was nothing at all
our eyes talking
a fine rain begun to fall
and We both started laughing

ain’t it funny ‘bout love
ain’t it funny ‘bout love
Ffunny ‘bout love

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