down by the boathouse at shaker lake
when there wasn't nothing but love to make
they were two young lovers wishing on the stars above. well
they carved their initials in an old birch tree
with a heart and an arrow and a 'sixty-three. you had to be blind not to see. it was a perfect love. it was a perfect love. ooh
they worked one summer together at the '64 world's fair. they met robert kennedy there. well
that was. right before the fall. they saved up a little money for his carreer
and they talked about the future
underneath the giant sphere
and all around them the little voices were singing: it's a small world after all. yes it is
it's a small world after all. and it was. perfect love. it was a perfect love. they were dizzy from dancing on rockaway beach
yeah and everything they dreamed of was still within reach
dreaming as the years roll by
they had their share of hard times too
they never let it get them down. now
they just go walking down a country lane
see the leaves are changing
and only one thing remains the same
yeah. just a perfect love