Burt Bacharach
Where Is Love
Where is love
Does it fall from skies above
Is it underneath the willow tree
That I've been dreaming of
Where is he
Who I close my eyes to see
Will I ever know the sweet hello
That's meant for only me
Who can say where he may hide
Must I travel far a-and wide
'Til I am beside the someone who
I can mean something to
Where, where is love
Where, where is love . .