If I held in my hand,
every grain of sand,
Since time first began to be,
Still, I could never count,
measure the amount,
Of all the things you are to me.
If I could paint the sky,
hang it out to dry,
I would want the sky to be...
Oh, such a grand design,
an everlasting sign,
Of all the things you are to me.
You are the song that comes on summer winds,
You are the falling year that autumn brings;
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see the things you are to me.
Sometimes I wake at night,
suddenly take fright,
You might be just fantasy,
But then you reach for me
and once again I see,
All the things you are to me.
You are the song that comes on summer winds,
You are the falling year that autumn brings;
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see the things you are to me.
You are the song that comes on summer winds,
You are the falling year that autumn brings;
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see the things you are to me.
All the things you are... to me.
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