(Polyphonic a capella)

You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You (you) are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.

You are the angel glow that lights a star,
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Some (some-) day my happy arms will hold you,
And some day I'll know that moment divine -
When all the things you are are mine!

(Improvisation)

Some day my happy arms will hold you,
And some day I'll know that moment divine -
When all the things you are, the things you are,
The things you are - (vocalization) - are mine!