Who are we to doubt the things we see, a rose, a leaf, a tree And who are they to dare to say our love can never be Ask yourself or ask the friendly dove why bluebirds mate above Then who are we to turn the key that locks the door to love As sure as summer follows spring As sure as Sunday church bells ring As sure as oceans ever flow I know I know Love is all for mortals such as we, just fools would disagree So to deny a love so true my darling who are we