written by Neil Diamond and Michel Legrand

If there were no dreams

and there were no dreamers,

then how could I dream you up?

You're still a mystery to me.

The way that we love,

the life that we're leading,

I don't want to give you up.

Whatever I have to do, I'll do.



Put a mountain there, and I'll tear it down.

If it's much too high, then I'll go around.

I won't stop for anyone or anything.

And I'd love you even if

there were no dreams.



If there were no dreams,

how could we be lovers?

And how could I need you so?

The reason's clear to even me.

I'll know that it's right.

You don't need to wonder.

If you're up against that wall,

I'm gonna be up against it, too.



If a mountain's there,

we can tear it down.

If it's much too high,

then we'll go around.

We won't stop for anyone or anything.

We'd be lovers even if

there were no dreams.

Yes, we would:

lovers even if there were no dreams.