Diamonds are a precious thing. More precious than silver. More precious than gold. But love is a far more precious thing. At least, that's what I've been told. And so, well, that's why I'm here. Because I cannot contain it in my heart any longer. What once was little is getting bigger and bigger. And what once was weak is getting stronger and stronger. A song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy and love. I went down to the library and I got me a book by some Italian poet. And I read it from cover to cover, and in between, and from front to back. I was only guessing before, but now I know it. That love is something that you should not keep to yourself.
It's much, much better when you let it out. And not some teeny-tiny whisper, but in a great big shout. A song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy and love. Well, what do you like best, spring or summer? I like the springtime best of all. In the springtime, the birds are singing. The flowers are growing. Oh, man, I mean, you got it all. And that's why I'm here. And so, well, that's why I'm here. Because I cannot contain it in my heart any longer. What once was little is getting bigger and stronger and stronger. A song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy, a song of joy and love.