One, two, one, thwo, three:
It’s very clear
Our love is here to stay;
Not for a year
But ever and a day.
The radio and the telephone
And the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies,
And in time may go!
But, oh my dear,
Our love is here to stay.
Together we’re
Swinging a long, long way
In time the Rockies may crumble,
Gibralter may tumble,
There’re only made of clay,
But our love is here to stay.
But, oh my dear,
Our love is here to stay.
Together we’re
Swinging a long, long way
In time the Rockies may crumble,
Gibralter may tumble,
There’re only made of clay,
But our love is here
Our love is here
Our love is here to stay.