I know who built the house that we live in.
He built that house with his own hands,
But who made the trees that house is made of?
Who made the ground where that house stands?
(ooh)
I know the field, the field that we walk in
He plowed that field, he planted the grain.
But who gave it love that started it growin’?
When it was thirsty, who made it rain?
It’s gotta be him.
It’s gotta be him.
I believe there’s a someone.
It’s gotta be him.
(ooooh)
He bought the ring I wear on my finger.
He pledged his love, a man to his wife.
But who gave him love, that wonderful feelin’
Of knowin’ he’ll love me the rest of my life.
(ooooh)
He knows the dream, the one we both dream of,
Planted the seed, a blossom of love.
And who made this miracle, this miracle happen?
This miracle of love must come from above.
It’s gotta be him.
It’s gotta be him.
I believe there’s a god.
It’s got to be him.
It’s got to be him.
(yeah yeah)
It’s gotta be him.
(no, no)
(yeah)
It’s gotta be him.
It’s gotta be him.
(yeah)
It’s gotta be him.
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