From the recording Old Timey Tunes, Vol. 2

Lyrics

Written by: Mark Brine
 
1. There’s a boy ‘n girl sittin’ on a swingHe reaches out ‘n touches her handAn awkward attempt with the fear of rejectionIt’s a scene we can all understand
Chorus:It’s love in the purest formAs touchin’ as a babe bein’ born(2. As touchin’ as when their babes’ll be born)(3. As glorious as the moment re-born)Another soul seekin’ refuge ‘n relief from the stormAnd love in the purest form
2. The organ plays ... She comes down the aisleAll his world he can see in her eyesWith the ring on her hand they become woman ‘n manVowing to devote their whole lives
(repeat chorus, making lyric changes)
3. An old man so feebly tries to get dressedIn his suit ‘n his tieShe straightens his collar ... brushes off some lintWhat’ll she do without him by her side(repeat chorus, making changes)©1984 /Mark Brine Music (BMI)