Oh, it's a dream and a plot.
It's what you think it's not.
You gotta love and learn.
Love and learn, love and learn
It's a breeze an
d then a burn
You retreat an d then return
You may have climbed
the tree of knowledge
But when you love, you really learn
Love and learn, learn a lot
It's the be and then not, then it's not
Love and learn, it's a dream
Love and learn, it's a plot
Love and learn,
it's something out of seventh heaven
Or something misbegot
Each mornin' when I count my blessings,
they tally up to none.
I've ar rived at this,
the state of bliss is
somewhat overdone.
Love and learn, weep and sing,
Till the final day of reckoning.
But when hearts start to cling,
With the thrills kisses bring,
What you have learned is,
is you haven't learned a thing.
Each morning when I
count my blessings,
they tally up to none.
I've arrived at this,
the state of bliss is
somewhat overdone.
You've got to love, love and learn,
in order to learn, weep and sing,
from home as you break,
till the final day of reckoning.
But when arms start to cling,
with the thrills kisses bring,
what you have learned is,
is you haven't learned a thing.
It's a dream and it's a plot
What you thought it was, was not
But when odds begin to cling
An angel's got to sing
What you have learned is
Is you haven't learned a thing you