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 paint the sky, Hang it up 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 Chorus: 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 takes fright You're my vaguest fantasy But then you reach for me And once again I se All the things you are to me Chorus: 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 Bridge Chorus: 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