Right then, Oliver Twist,
your bed´s underneath the counter.
You don´t mind sleeping
among coffins I suppose?
It don´t much matter whether you do
or you don´t cause you can´t sleep
nowhere else!

Where is love?
Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneat the willow tree
That I´ve been dream of?
Where is she?
Who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know the sweet "hello"
That´s only meant for me?
Who can say where she may hide?
Must I travel far and wide?
´Til I am bedside the someone who
I can mean somethin to...
Where...?
Where is love?

Who can say where...she may hide?
Must I travel...far and wide?
´Til I am beside...the someone who
I can mean...something to...
Where?
Where is love?