So Many People - Cyrille Aimée

I said the man for me must have a castle

A man of means, he’d be a man of fame

And then I met a man who hadn’t any

Without a penny to his name

I had to go and fall for so much less than

What I had planned from all the magazines

I should be good and sore

What am I happy for?

I guess the man means more than the means

So many people in the world

And what can they do?

They’ll never know love

Like my love for you

So many people laugh

At what they don’t know

But that’s their concern

If just a few, say

Half a million or so

Could see us

They’d learn

So many people in the world

Don’t know what they’ve missed

They’d never believe

Such joy could exist

And if they tell us it’s a thing we’ll outgrow

They’re jealous as they can be

That with so many people in the world

You love me

So many people in the world

Don’t know what they’ve missed

They’d never believe

Such joy could exist

And if they tell us it’s a thing we’ll outgrow

They’re jealous as they can be

That with so many people in the world

You love me