It Must Be Love
It must be love, lord it must be.
by Juan Olivarez
I feel like singing, from high in a tree.
Like a colorful bird, in the morning light,
High in the canopy, where the sun is bright.
It must be love, I could float on air,
Like a swallowtail butterfly, without a care.
Just fluttering by, carefree and content,
Not caring why or where I was sent.
It must be love, there ain't no doubt,
I want to run, and jump, and shout.
Butterflies in my stomach, can't eat a thing,
The kind of feeling only love can bring.