If I didn't know where you came from, If you had a different name, Or perhaps you were a different color, I would still love you the same. If you lived up in the sky, or maybe in a tree, If you could not laugh or even smile, If your eyes they could not see. If you could not walk upon your feet, If your fingers were your thumbs, If you could not sing a song so gay, I would still love you the same. If you were a little boy or Maybe someone else, If your legs they couldn't run and play, Nor could you hear nor speak your name, If you did not love me as I love you, I would still love you the same.
Hugs, Anne
