I've been throwing horseshoes
Over my left shoulder
I've spent most all my life
Looking for that four-leafed clover

But you ran with me,
Chasing all my rainbows
Honey I love you, too
And that's the way love goes.

That's the way love goes, babe
That's the music God made
For all the world to sing
It never gets old; it grows
Losing makes me sorry
You say,