You Are To Me

Last Friday night down at the diner

Booth in back, they sat alone

Holding hands like two young lovers

Her hair was gray and his was gone.

She said to him I'm getting older

A pretty girl, no more to be

Heaven knows I'm not a treasure

He softly said, you are to me.

You are to me a girl in springtime

The one I met so long ago

A moment captured for a lifetime

That's what I see you are to me.

He said to her my work is done, now

And all that's left are memories

Heaven knows I'm not important

She softly said, you are to me.

You are to me a boy in springtime

The one I met so long ago

A moment captured for a lifetime

That's what I see, you are to me.

That's what I see, you are to me.