Our Language of Love (Irma La Douce) - Steve Lawrence and Eydie Gorme, Eydie Gorme, Steve Lawrence

I know what I feel when you’re near,

I know it each time you appear,

No point in declaiming an ode,

When we have our own special code.

No need to speak, no need to sing,

When just a glance means everything,

Not a word need be spoken,

In our language of love.

I’ll touch your cheek, you’ll hold my hand,

And only we will understand,

That the silence is broken,

By our language of love.

It’s clear to you, it’s clear to me,

This precious moment had to be,

Other moments outclassing,

Guardian angels are passing.

No words will do, no lips can say,

The tender meaning we convey,

«I love you» is unspoken,

In our language of love.

It’s clear to you, it’s clear to me,

This precious moment had to be,

Other moments outclassing,

Guardian angels are passing.

No words will do (no words will do),

No lips can say (no lips can say),

The tender meaning (the tender meaning) we convey,

«I love you» is unspoken,

In our language of love.