A Sight To Behold

It's a sight to behold When you've got some old words to mold And you can make 'em your own Still love it would be much better Love it would be much better I'm told It's like golden corn And I love its golden glow It's the little head inside your little hole And out spring some sparkling thoughts Still love it would be much better Love it would be much better Love it would be much better Love it would be much better It's like finding hope In an old folk song That you've never ever heard Still you know every word And for sure you can sing along But love it would be much better Love it would be much better Love it would be much better Love it would be much better I know, I know