This is a classic example of familiarity breeding contempt. I would be willing to bet that many of us have gone through a similar series of phases: I liked it when I first heard it. I sang it on a regular basis. I sang it less and less. I gave up on it. I got tired of hearing it. I resented hearing it. It became a bloody cliche'. At some point, it became a rather unfortunate metaphor, as in, "are we having a kumbaya moment?"

From a distance in time, I've come to accept it again, depending on who performs it and how they present it.