When you ran with me,
Chasing my rainbows,
An' honey, I love you, too,
And that's the way love goes.
That's the way love goes, babe;

That's the music God made,
For all the world to sing.
It's never old; it grows.
Losing makes me sorry;
Well, now honey, don't worry.
Don't you know, I love you too.
That's the way love goes.

That's the way love goes, babe;
That's the music God made,
For all the world to sing.
It's never old; it grows.
Losing makes me sorry;
You say: "Honey, now don't worry.
"I love you too."
That's the way love goes.