My heart longs for love
It’s captured my head.
I pray to God above
When I go to bed.

I pray for somebody
To enter my life.
Someone not too gaudy
To take away the strife.

I pray for somebody
To hold my hand.
To pull me off my knees
To help me stand.

I pray for God
To send down a man.
Who’s not too odd
I’ll search all the land.

I’ll search all the land
For the perfect one
Who’ll hold my hand
Who’ll call me his hon.

Love is the thing
For which I plea.
It can humble a king
When he receives a key.

A key to her heart
Is what I speak of.
It’s like an art
This thing called love.

Everyone wants it
But do they understand?
You can’t back down a bit
You have to stand.

You have to stand
For what you love.
You have to grab their hand
And say “let’s fly like a dove.”

We’ll fly high
Above everyone.
We’ll touch the sky
We’ll reach the sun.

No one can bring you down
When you’re in love.
It’s like a clumsy clown
Trying to catch a swift dove.

Now do you see
Why I want it?
God always hears my plea
He knows when to give it but…..

My heart longs for love
It’s captured my head
I pray to God above
When I go to bed.