There's no music to this song in my heart,
Only rhythmic beating from deep within.
When did the words to this song have their start?
When in my life did this love song begin?

"I ‘m loved, I love, it's so sweet to be loved. Love me.

Was I a child in that church, small and white?
Was it from a grandmother's lips that I heard?
Did it come to me in a dream at night,
Perhaps from the wings of a fluttering bird?

"I'm loved, I love, it's so sweet to be loved. Love me.

It may have been, in my pulse, it was born,
Breathed by my mother, before my birth,
It's been there each evening, and every morn,
Since I've been a person upon this earth.

"I'm loved, I love, it's so sweet to be loved. Love me.

This song, in the beat of my heart, sings on,
And I now know its origination,
It's a treasure, and a heavenly song,
Not from the pulse of imagination.

I'm loved, I love, it's so sweet to be loved. Love me.

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