| The first time you see her, no boat from the blue. |
| Just something so quiet, that’s waiting for you. |
| With no one to tell you where you gotta go. |
| The first time it happens you know. |
| The first time you see her, no magical change. |
| No angels appearing, no dreams to arrange. |
| Just warmer and colder than spring-time or snow. |
| The first time it happens you know. |
| And so you fall at how complete it is. |
| And for each moment that it lasts, how sweet it is. |
| The first time together: how simple, how rare. |
| And just when you thought you’d forgot how to care. |
| And though you feel much more than you dare to show. |
| The first time it happens you know. |
| And so you fall at how complete it is. |
| And for each moment that it lasts, how very sweet it is. |
| The first time together: how simple, how rare. |
| And just when you’d thought you forgot how to care. |
| And though you feel so much more than you dare to show. |
| The first time it happens… |
| The very first time that it happens… |
| The first time it happens… |
| You know. |