Until the Real Thing Comes Along - Mary Coughlan

I’d wait for you, I’d slave for you

I’d be a beggar or a knave for you

But if that isn’t love, it will have to do

Until the real thing comes along

I’d gladly move the earth for you

To prove my love, dear, and it’s worth for you

And if that isn’t love, it will have to do

Until the real thing comes along

With all the words, dear, at my command

I can’t seem to make you understand

I’ll always love you, baby, come what may

My heart is yours, what more can I say?

I’d lie for you, I’d sigh for you

I’d tear the stars down from the sky for you

And if that isn’t love, it will have to do

Until the real thing comes along

With all the words, dear, at my command

I can’t seem to make you understand

I’ll always love you baby, com what may

My heart is yours, what more can I say?

I’d slave for you, I’d di for you

I’d tear the stars down from the sky for you

And if that isn’t love, it will have to do

Until the real thing comes along