David Ruffin-
like a snow ball rollng down the side of a snow covered hill(it's growing)like the size of the fish that the man claims broke his reel(it's growing)like the rose bud blooming in the womth of the summer sun (it's growing)like the tale by the time its been told by more then one (it's growing

Every day it grows a little more then it was the day before my love for you just grows and grows oh how it grows and grows and where it's going to stop nobody knows
hey,hey,hey
nobody knows
how it grwos and it grows and it grows
nobody knows

like the need in a guy to see his girl when shes gone away (its growing) like the saddness in his little heart when he knows that she gone to stay ooh (it's growing)

(chourus)