Lyrics The Things You Are To Me (Bonus Track) - Elaine Paige

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 song
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,
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 song
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.

You are the song
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.