I have never loved someone The way I love you I have never seen a smile Like yours And if you grow up to be king, or clown, or pauper I will say you are my favorite one in town I have never held a hand So soft and sacred When I hear you laugh I know Heaven's key And when I grow to be a poppy in the graveyard I will send you all my love upon the breeze And if the breeze won't blow your way I will be the sun And if the sun won't shine your way I will be the rain And if the rain won't wash away All your aches and pains I will find some other way To tell you "You're okay" You're okay You're okay You're okay You're okay You're okay You're okay