These are the sounds of the town where you were bornnWhere you grew up, where you were marriednWhere you'll probably dienThat's the way we do things they will tell younWhen you want to know whynnChurch bells ring at odd hoursnBut dinner's always ready at 8nAnd the jasmine floats in from the mountains to our windownAnd it's never too latennFor love, lovenMaybe I've been fighting for the wrong things all alongnYou know it always seems I come to just about everything latenBut you bring me flowers in the morning andnI know it's worth the waitnnChurch bells ring at odd hoursnBut dinner's always ready at 8nAnd the jasmine floats in from the mountains to our windownAnd it's never too latennFor love, lovenn'Cuz these are the sounds this is the townnYou are the mannThis is the only place I've ever found where I can stand stillnAnd all I need is you here with me and I know I always willnLove, love, lovenYoun