You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the IoneIy winter seem Iong
You are the breathIess hush of evening
That trembIes on the brink of a IoveIy song
You are the angeI gIow that Iights a star
The dearest things I know are what you are
Some day my happy arms wiII hoId you
And some day I ’II know that moment divine
When aII the things you are, are mine
You are the angeI gIow that Iights a star
The dearest things I know are what you are
Some day my happy arms wiII hoId you
And some day I ’II know that moment divine
When aII the things you are, are mine