Michael DeLuca - The Glory of Love Lyrics

Storms were made to be weather'd
Clouds were made to roll by
Nests were made to be feather'd
True love can never die:

Dreams were made to be shatter'd
Just to build them anew
Nothing else ever matter'd
Only a love that's true:

You've got to give a little, take a little
And let your poor heart break a little
That's the story of
That's the Glory of Love.

You've got to laugh a little, cry a little
Before the clouds roll by a little
That's the story of
That's the Glory of Love.

As long as there's the two of us
We've got the world and all its charms.
And when the world is through with us
We've got each other's arms.

You've got to win a little, lose a little
And always have the blues a little.
That's the story of
That's the Glory of Love.

As long as there's the two of us
We've got the world and all its charms.
And when the world is through with us
We've got each other's arms.

You've got to win a little, lose a little
And always have the blues a little.
That's the story
That's the Glory of Love.