| I remember the day we met |
| Like a thunderbolt out of the blue |
| You kinda liked the way I came across |
| But it always meant more to me than it meant to you |
| Recalling a daydream I had as a child |
| A half hidden memory from a more innocent time |
| Your love is never wasted |
| If your heart is true |
| All that you’re giving |
| Will always come back to you |
| In the strangest of ways |
| On your darkest of days |
| All that you’re giving out |
| Will surely be coming back to you |
| So no need to be worrying |
| No need to count the cost |
| No separating the inside from the outside world |
| No finding No loss |
| I’m remembering something, so distant so fine |
| Ancient, eternal and still ahead of it’s time |
| Your love is never wasted |
| If that love is true |
| All that you’re giving |
| Will always come back to you |
| In the strangest of ways |
| In your darkest of days |
| All that you’re giving out |
| Will surely be coming back to you |
| So love with abandon |
| Without judgement. Without fear |
| With a confidence in tomorrow |
| Love with a grin and a tear |
| Not always reflected, not always fulfilled |
| Love’s not out to get you but wants you to build |
| Your love is never wasted |
| If that love is true |
| All that you’re giving |
| Will always come back to you |
| In the sweetest of ways |
| On your brightest of days |
| All that you’re giving out |
| Will surely be coming back to you |
| Surely be coming back to you |