Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought And everything found a place for me. The fashion of passion I rationed with caution Because of the notion the potion of passion Had never been passed to me. But since it was Sunday and sunny I went for a stroll. But peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole. A blessing refreshing in you did unfold, Dispelling depressing distressing salt from my soul. Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought And everything found a place for me. The fashion of passion I rationed with caution Because of the notion the potion of passion Had never been passed to me. But now with you by my side, I find that I feel so satisfied, Somebody must have lied to me.