| If love is a chain made of a substance |
| That cannot break |
| Then it ain’t made of silver, and it ain’t made of gold |
| It’s made of faith |
| It’s deeper than any lake or canyon could be |
| It’s too far for us to reach |
| It grows in a secret place where hearts will be filled with grace |
| Unconditionally |
| Our love is like velvet, like velvet |
| Sweet broderie rose, I love you the most |
| Like velvet, like velvet clouds full of hope |
| They ease my soul |
| If our love was a ocean there’d be no more land |
| We’d flow together hand in hand |
| If our love was a forest there’d be nothing but trees |
| No concrete giants, no cars and no streets |
| We’d spread our branches and plant our seeds |
| Eat our own fruits and grow old in peace |
| Our love is like velvet, like velvet |
| Sweet broderie rose, I love you the most |
| Like velvet, like velvet clouds full of hope |
| They ease my soul |
| If love is a chain made of a substance |
| That cannot break |
| Then it ain’t made of silver, and it ain’t made of gold |
| It’s made of faith |
| It’s deeper than any lake or canyon could be |
| It’s too far for us to reach |
| It grows in a secret place where hearts will be filled with grace |
| Unconditionally |
| Our love is like velvet, like velvet |
| Sweet broderie rose, I love you the most |
| Like velvet, like velvet clouds full of hope |
| They ease my soul |