If I held i n my ha nd eve ry grain of sa nd
S ince time first beg an to b e
Still I could ne ver cou nt me asure the amo unt
Of al l the things you a re to m e
If I could pa int the s ky ha ng it out to dr y
I would want the s ky to b e
Oh such a gr and desi gn; an ev erlasting si gn
Of al l the things you a re to m e
You are the su n that co mes on summer wi nds
You are the fa lling ye ar that autumn bri ngs
You are the wo nder and the myster y in e verything I
S ee. The thing s you are to m e
Sometimes I wa ke at ni ght and sud denly take fri ght
Y ou might be just f antasy
But then you re ach for m e and on ce again I se e
A ll the things you a re to m e
You are the su n that co mes on summer wi nds
You are the fal ling ye ar that autumn bri ngs
You are the won der an d the myster y in e verything I
S ee. The thing s you are to m e
A ll the things you a re… to me