Although I speak in tongues  Of men and angels  I'm just sounding brass  And tinkling cymbals without love--  Love suffers long--  Love is kind!--  Enduring all things--  Love has no evil in mind  If I had the gift of prophecy--  And all the knowledge--  And the faith to move the mountains  Even if I understood all of the mysteries--  If I didn't have love  I'd be nothing  Love--never looks for love--  Love's not puffed up--  Or envious--  Or touchy--  Because it rejoices in the truth  Not in iniquity  Love sees like a child sees  As a child I spoke as a child--  I thought and I understood as a child--  But when I became a woman--  I put away childish things  And began to see through a glass darkly  Where, as a child, I saw it face to face  Now, I only know it in part  Fractions in me  Of faith and hope and love  And of these great three  Love's the greatest beauty  Love  Love  Love  © 1982 Crazy Crow Music, BMI