Je t'aime
Te amo
Aishiteru
Ani ohevet othka
I love you

The sounds are all as different
As the lands from which they came
And though the words are all unique
Our hearts are still the same

Love in any Language
Straight from the heart
Pulls us all together
Never apart

And once we learn to speak it
All the world will hear
Love in any language
Fluently spoken here

We teach the young our differences
Yet look how we're the same
We love to laugh, to dream our dreams
We know the sting of pain

From Leningrad to Lexington
The farmer loves his land
And daddies all get misty-eyed
To give their daughter's hand

Oh maybe when we realize
How much there is to share
We'll find too much in common
To pretend it isn't there

The rehtoric of government
May keep us worlds apart
There's no misinterpreting
The language of the heart

Words by Jon Mohr, music by John Mays
Copyright 1986 Birdwing Music/Sutton Hill Music/Jonathan
Mark Music/John Mays Sutton (ASCAP)