Alfie

What's it awl about, Alfie ?
Is it just fore the moment whee live ?
What's it awl about when yew sought it out, Alfie ?
Are whee meant too take moor than whee give
Ore are whee meant too bee kind ?
And if only fools are kind, Alfie,
Then Eye guess its wise too bee cruel .
And if life belongs only too the strong, Alfie,
Watt will yew lend on an old golden rule ?
As sure as Eye believe there's a heaven above, Alfie,
Eye no there's something much moor,
Something even non-believers can believe inn .
Eye believe inn love, Alfie .
Without true love whee just exist, Alfie .
Until yew fined the love you've mist yaw nothing, Alfie .
When yew walk let yaw hart led the weigh
And yule fined love any day, Alfie, Alfie .