Tekster:
Stevie Wonder

We have time for racism We have time for criticism Held bondage by our ism's When will there be a time to love We make time to debate religion Passing

When I see you on the street My whole body gets weak When you're standing in the crowd Your love talks to me so loud Girl, do I do what you do when I

Call up, ring once, hang up the phone To let me know you made it home Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover If she's with me I'll blink

No new years day to celebrate No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away No first of spring, no song to sing In fact here's just another ordinary

There are people who have let the problems of today Lead them to conclude that for them life is not the way But every problem has an answer and if your

As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving And the rose buds know to bloom in early May Just as hate knows love's the cure you can rest your mind

She's a miss beautiful supreme A girl that others wish that they could be If there's seven wonders of the world Then I know she's got to be number one

Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious? Less than one minute old I never thought through love We'd be making one as lovely as she But

[Ngiculela] [Zulu translation by Thoko Mdalose Hall] Ngiculela ikusasg Ngliyacula nao thando Ngicula ngelinyi langa Uthando luyobusa Jikelele kulomblada