The things you are to me - text

If I held in my hand,every grain of sand,
Since time first began to be,

Still, I could never count,measure the amount,
For 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.

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