When loving lovers love When loving love on wings of gold in loving love we fly above Their love is such a soft and precious love It's love. A lovely love is all we seem to need when we're in love. But then...it's gone...it is nothing but a memory. Memory, memory, memory. And then, it's back. And loving lovers love again Who knows where it flies? The lustrious love must rise! Into the endless skies... A new day shining bright... Your heart has wings to fly And no one else can fly. I really can't say why. I really do like pie. I know a couple of guys, I- They really do like pie. And loving lovers love as loving lovers love. Golden, shimmering, lustrous, lovely, loving... Loving love.