(M. Riperton, R. Rudolph)
When it comes down to it and it's time to get it on,
Ain't no way to do it if you find yourself alone;
Cause all you high falutin' ain't worth nothin' when you're old;
When it comes down to it, love will get you more than gold
When it comes down to it...
When it comes down to it...
When it comes down to it, there'll be dancin' in the night,
Cause now the fools who blew it will be hidin' from the light;
So Mama, tell your children not to feel so all alone,
Cause when it comes down to it, He'll be there to take us home
We can get back to the garden if we keep our karma high, yeah;
We were meant to love each other like the birds were meant to fly...
When it comes down to it, there'll be dancin' in the night,
Cause now the fools who blew it will be hidin' from the light;
So Mama, tell your children not to feel so all alone,
Cause when it comes down to it, He'll be there to take us home
We can get back to the garden if we keep our karma high, yeah;
We were meant to love each other like the birds were meant to fly...
When it comes down to it, ah ooh-hoo
When it comes down to it, ah ooh-hoo, ah ooh-hoo
When it comes down to it, hey, hey, yeah
When it comes down to it, ah ooh-hoo, ah ooh-hoo
When it comes down to it, ah ooh-hoo
When it comes down to it, hey, hey, yeah
When it comes down to it, ah ooh-hoo, ah ooh-hoo
Ah ooh-hoo... ah ooh-hoo...