We won’t be sleeping on our own tonight
The star that guides us Is still shining bright
And in the darkness
There will always be a light
I think I know now
What is wrong and what is right
'Cos I was raised on love
Yes I was raised on love
And I thank heaven above
For being raised on love
Seems like Venus was around my sign
She must have been there
In that house of mine
And when she tells me That I’m on the right track
When she tells me There’s no looking back
'Cos I was raised on love
Yes I was raised on love
And I thank heaven above
For being raised on love
Justin Hayward is the last real troubador... His skills at writing, playing, arranging and performing make him the rarest of commodities in the world of rock music... I’ve listened for 50 years, and wish I could go another 50...
Gorgeous video, Jill! I think the Moodies' children, reportedly enlisted to replace a children's choir, sound perfect, really like, well, children! Very sweet, goes great with the song.