Ah, nothing on earth could be so fine.
I think I might have found something,
and I think it might be my love.
Yes, I think I came across something,
and I think she might be my love.
Oh, ---- oh, ---- oh, ----
yes, it must be love.
I've found out its worth, It must be love,
'cause nothing on earth could be so fine;
I'm making you mine.
I think I might have found something,
and I think she might be my love.
Yes, I think I came across something,
and I think she might be my love.
'Cause nothing on earth could be so fine.
Oh, ---- oh, ---- oh, ----
yes, it must be love.
I've found out its worth, It must be love,
'cause nothing on earth could be so fine;
I'm making you mine.
Ah, nothing on earth could be so fine.
Ah, nothing on earth could be so fine.
Ah, nothing on earth could be so fine.
Words and Music By Doug Ingle
© 1968 (unp) by Ten East Music & Cotillion Music, Inc.
© 1969 by Ten East Music & Cotillion Music, Inc.
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