Lyrics All The Things You Are - Margaret Whiting

You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long
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
Someday my hungry arms will hold you
And someday I'll know that moment divine
When all the things you are are mine
Someday my hungry arms will hold you
And someday I'll know that moment divine
When all the things you are are mine