Oh, Love

 

It happen in the city, it happen on the farm

It happen when two people fall into each other’s arms

And call it love, ohhh, oh-oo-oh-oo, love

 

It happen to the doctor, it happen to the cook

It happen to the poet who would put it in a book

And call it love, ohhh, oh-oo-oh-oo, love

 

How is it gonna happen for me?

Where am I finally gonna find you?

Who are you finally going to be

When I meet you? Who?

 

It happen for my family, it happen for my friends

It happen for them all without this how, where, who or when

Will I find love? ohhh, oh-oo-oh-oo, love

 

How is it gonna happen for me?

Where am I finally gonna find you?

Who are you finally going to be

When I meet you? Who?

 

I love you

I’m waiting for you

Please find me soon

 

I promise to be waiting, and tending to the fire

Waiting for the day you come and sate my heart’s desire

And be my love, ohhh, oh-oo-oh-oo, love

 

How is it gonna happen for me?

Where am I finally gonna find you?

Who are you finally going to be

When I meet you? Who?

 

© 2004. Billy Marabella.

 

NOTES ON THIS SONG
I’m still waiting, apparently. This is another one of those exercises that turned into something special. I think the innocence in this song lends itself to a youthful singer, male or female. My preference would be female. Which would your preference be? I also think there is an underlying flamenco flavor that should be tapped in production.