Do you think that the river is jealous of the desert, Who is jealous of the forest, Who is jealous of the stream? Do you think that the river is jealous of the mountain, Who is jealous of the ocean, Who is jealous of the sea? And do you think that the sparrow knows exactly where he's going When he wakes up in the morning and he stretches out his wings? Do you think the little sparrow knows exactly where he's going When he wakes up in the morning, and flies underneath the tree? Do you think that my baby knows what she does to me? Can you believe how good she is to me? Do you think that my baby knows what she does to me? Can you believe how good she is to me? Do you think that the springtime Knows that the sun shines Brightest on the day that she appears? Do you think that the springtime Knows that we've been inside Hiding until the day that she appears? Do you think that my baby knows what she does to me? Can you believe how good she is to me? Do you think that my baby knows what she does to me? Can you believe... how good she is to me? Her love is deeper than the river, It's lighter than the sparrow, It's sweeter than the springtime, And she gives it all to me. Her love is deeper than the river, It's lighter than the sparrow, It's sweeter than the springtime, And she gives it all to me And she gives it all to me And she gives it all to me And she gives it all to me