1 If I held in my hand, Every grain of sand Since time first began to me
Still I could never count, Measure the amount; Of all the things you are to me
If I could paint the sky Hang it up 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
CHORUS:
You are the sun 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
2 Sometimes I wake at night And suddenly takes fright You're my vaguest fantasy
But then you reach for me And once again I see All the things you are to me