he left the splendor of heaven knowing his destiny was the lonely hill of golgotha there to lay down his life for me and if that isn t love then the ocean is dry there s no stars in the sky and the little sparrows can t fly yeah if that isn t love then heaven s a myth there s no feeling like this if that isn t love even in death he remembered the thief hanging by his side then he spoke of love and compassion and he took him to paradise it s got to be love
['rock-and-roll', 'rockabilly']