My love’s like a lion, so fierce and so proud,
as it roars from my heart that there’s nothing to fear.
The King of all beasts, who will never be bowed
and will never stand back all the while you are near.

My love wants to soar like a skylark in flight
and proclaim to the world, through its crystal-clear song,
that you are the source of it’s constant delight,
that it’s reaching new heights now that you’ve come along.

But the lion’s been trapped, and his reign’s at an end,
and he’s now nothing more than a sad circus act,
now you’ve told me that I am no more than a friend,
and your love was a sham I mistook to be fact.

And the lark has been caught in the cage of despair,
where she’s thrashing her wings in a bid to break free,
now the reason for singing is no longer there
since you’ve told me your love is no longer for me.

But the lion is King just because he is strong.
And the lark’s role in life is to sing and to fly.
So the love that I feel will just go on and on
and I’ll love you right up till the day that I die.