I don't know what it is That beauty that he sees That something extra special that makes life more livable We walk along the river And through his eyes I see A world of things I never knew could be My puddings and souffles to him become bouquets That something extra special that he adds to everything A room becomes a garden A hat rack is a tree And emerald leaves come falling down on me If in this world of fancy A shilling should be missing The wealth of love and kissing Should banish despair A cloud must come and go A cold wind surely blow But Oh, it's good to know Before the breeze blows sweet again That something extra special Will sweep the worry out And isn't that what love is all about