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