The Things You Are To Me

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 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 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 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