Well Loved

To be loved
And well-loved
To be loved
To be loved
To be loved
And well-loved
To be loved
To be loved

They say the morning dove
Can be comforted
By showing her a mirror of
When she's longing for her mate
Oh it pains me to picture them alone
When they're separated, and cannot hear the call

To be loved
Is as rare as gold
But to be well-loved
There's nothing can compare

To be loved
And well-loved
To be loved
To be loved
To be loved
And well-loved
To be loved
To be loved

The heron looks unlovable
Yet will not sleep alone
Taking turns on winter nights
To keep each other warm
Oh it pains me to picture them alone
On the coldest night, without each other

To be loved
Is as rare as gold
But to be well-loved
There's nothing can compare

To be loved
And well-loved
To be loved
To be loved
To be loved
And well-loved
To be loved
To be loved
To be loved
And well-loved
To be loved
To be loved
To be loved
And well-loved
To be loved
To be loved

Here's a mirror for your love
Here's a mirror...