(jule styne/bob merrill)
People
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
We’re children needing other children
And yet, letting our grown up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
People
God’s children
Were born to be free
To love
All people have a dream
For peace, for security
Let the world fall in love again
Please, please, let our lies not be in vain
Lovers are very special people
They’re the luckiest people in the world
With one person
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul says
You were half, now you’re whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
