آهنگ: Joni Mitchell. Wild Things Run Fast. Love.

Although
I speak in tongues of men and angels
I?m just soundin' brass and tinklin' cymbals
Without love

Love suffers long, love is kind
Enduring all things, hopin' all things
Love has no evil in mind

If I had the gift of prophecy an' all the knowledge
An' the faith to move the mountains
Even if I understood all of the mysteries
An' I didn?t have love, I?d be nothing

Love never looks for love
Love?s not puffed up or envious or touchy
Because it rejoices in the truth not in iniquity
Love sees like a child sees

As a child, I spoke as a child
I thought an' I understood as a child
But when I became a woman I put away childish things
An' began to see through a glass darkly

Where, as a child, I saw it face to face
Now, I only know it in part, in part
Fractions in me of faith an' hope an' love
And of these great three, love?s the greatest beauty

Love, love, love