Glory of True Love - John Prine

Oh, the glory of true love

Is a wild and precious thing

It don’t grow on old magnolias

Or only blossom in the spring

No, the glory of true love

Is it will last your whole life through

Never will go out of fashion

Always will look good on you

You can climb the highest mountain

Touch the moon and stars above

But old faithful’s just a fountain

Compared to the glory of true love

Long before I met you, darlin'

Lord, I thought I had it all

I could have my lunch in London

And my dinner in St. Paul

I got some friends in Albuquerque

Where the governor calls me «Gov»

You can give 'em all to goodwill

For the glory of true love

You can climb the highest mountain

Touch the moon and stars above

But old faithful’s just a fountain

Compared to the glory of true love

Glory, glory, glory, glory

You can’t never get enough

Time alone will tell the story

Of the glory of true love

Glory, glory, glory, glory

You can’t never get enough

Time alone will tell the story

Of the glory of true love