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 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  [bad word] 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  [bad word] 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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