(Kate McCarrigle/Anna McCarrigle/Jane McCarrigle)



Love is a shiny car

Love is a steel guitar

Love is a battle scar

Love is a morning song

Love is a twelve-bar blues

Love is your blue suede shoes

Love is a heart abused

Love is a mind confused



And love is the pleasures I'm told

And for some love is still a band of gold

My love has no reason, has no rhyme

My love cross the double line

Love is a mine of gold

Love is a man to hold

Love is a drowning soul

Love is it's own reward



And love is the pleasures I'm told

And for some love is still a band of gold

My love has no reason, has no rhyme

My love cross the double line

And love is the pleasures I'm told

And for some love is still a band of gold

My love has no reason, has no rhyme

My love cross the double line

Oh, my love cross the double line

Oh, my love cross the double line