"It’s a rare condition, this day and age, To read any good news on the newspaper page. Love and tradition of the grand design, Some people say it’s even harder to find. Well then there must be some magic clue Inside these tearful walls Cause all I see is a tower of dreams Real love burstin’ out of every seam. As days go by, we’re gonna fill our house with happiness. The moon may cry, We’re gonna smother the blues with tenderness. When days go by, there’s room for you, room for me, For gentle hearts an opportunity. As days go by, It’s the bigger love of the family."