In Iowa, in the tall gra**, there's a couple She's very young and he's a young preacher And every day they would go out To the fields where nothing is planted And lie in the tall gra** But one day he called her into the sanctuary And he said ‘Kate, I've been touched by the Lord; I don't need you any more.' And she didn't know what to think But she loved the Lord So she just leaned back in the pew And thought about the tall gra** and said ‘Reverend,' she said, ‘Reverend ‘Reverend, the only reason I did it is to find out what it's like.' Oh give me the truth to me And tell me of what I see A feeling there must be an answer for me I feel like I ache all over Inside my heart is so, so troubled I feel like I could die Oh is this what love's supposed to be? But I, I'm not one to gamble And I don't need to scramble I didn't know that love would strike me But this is what it's like This is what it's like On Sunday I read somewhere That real love is heart and soul Yeah, but only a master could understand that I left that old magazine and walked out into the green of summer I felt like I could cry But in the gra** I only sat Well I, I'm not one to gamble And I don't need to scramble I didn't know that love would strike me But this is what it's like This is what it's like