作曲 : Rolf Lowland
 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.