Dan Fogelberg The Face Of Love
The winds of the heart They are as fickle as the weather The winds of the heart They are as constant as the moon They blow us apart And just as quickly turn And blow us together again And we don't know how And we can't say when No we can't say when The workings of time They are the face of love in motion The workings of time They are as secret as the sea It seems such a crime We should waste our love Deciding whose fault it should be We it might be yours But it might be me Oh, it might be me Well, they say that love is jealous And they say that love is blind And they say that love is Always in a hurry But the face of love's forgiving And the face of love is kind And the grace of love is there For all to find The winds of the heart They are as fickle as the weather The winds of the heart They are as constant as the moon They blow us apart And just as quickly turn And blow us together again And we don't know how And we can't say when No we can't say when They say that love is jealous And they say that love is blind And they say that love is Always in a hurry But the face of love's forgiving And the face of love is kind And the grace of love is there For all to find Well, they say that love is jealous And they say that love is blind And they say that love is Always in a hurry But the face of love's forgiving And the face of love is kind And the grace of love is there For all to find
