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