verse 1 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 verse 2 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 Chorus You are the sun 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 verse 3 Sometimes I wake at night and 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 Chorus You are the sun 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 Outro All the things you are… to me