WHAT A WONDERFUL LOVE

She crossed the oceans, she knew the snow,
She found a thousand roads to roam.
She carried stories through the rain,
Then found the sunshine back at home.

I had no kingdom, no golden key,
No grand old castle by the sea.
But when she smiled and took my hand,
The world made sense to this simple man.



Oh, Marilene, my sweet Marilene,
You're the loveliest sight I've ever seen.
No golden castles, no diamond skies,
Just a little heaven in your eyes.

Oh, Marilene, my wonderful love,
We don't need the stars to shine above.
And if the whole world comes tumbling down,
I'll still be smiling with you around.



I never promised a house in France,
Or golden locks on a bridge of romance.
No royal carriage, no silver moon,
Just an old guitar and a simple tune.

My French is hopeless, my Russian too,
My Spanish gets lost halfway through.
But love can laugh at the words we say,
And find its own sweet, foolish way.





Some folks wear crowns made out of air,
And sell forever like it's theirs to spare.
They promise the moon, they promise the sun,
Then disappear when the talking's done.

Well, I'm no king, no joker in disguise,
No clever prophet with a thousand lies.
Just a Brazilian who came to see
How big a small, good life can be.



Oh, Marilene, my sweet Marilene,
You're the loveliest sight I've ever seen.
No golden castles, no diamond skies,
Just a little heaven in your eyes.

Oh, Marilene, my wonderful love,
We don't need the stars to shine above.
And if the whole world comes tumbling down,
I'll still be smiling with you around.



And when the years turn our hair to white,
When our steps grow slower in the evening light,
I'll take your hand, just like before,
And love you quietly a little more.

And if my English should let me down,
If all these fancy words fall to the ground,
I'll say the one thing I know is true,
In the language that brought me to you.

Eu te amo, meu amor.



Oh, Marilene, my sweet Marilene,
You're the finest part of all I've seen.
No golden promises, no grand parade,
Just a life of love that we've slowly made.

Oh, Marilene, my eternal love,
You're my sunshine when the clouds roll in.
And when the last old trumpet plays,
I'd choose you again, a thousand days.



Well, I've seen a little of this world,
And I've learned a thing or two.

A castle's just a pile of stones,
If there's nobody there with you.

Marilene...

My sweet Marilene...

And back home in Brazil,
we say it so much better.