Who are we to doubt the things we see, a rose, a leaf, a tree
And who are they to dare to say our love can never be
Ask yourself or ask the friendly dove why bluebirds mate above
Then who are we to turn the key that locks the door to love
As sure as summer follows spring,
As sure as Sunday church bells ring,
As sure as oceans ever flow I know I know
Love is all for mortals such as we, just fools would disagree
So to deny a love so true my darling who are we