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 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
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
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
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
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
All the things you are to me