作曲 : Rolf Løvland

作词 : Brendan Graham

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.