If I held [Am] in my [Dm] hand
[G] Every grain of [C] sand
[F] Since time first [Dm] began to [E7] me
Still I could [Am] never [Dm] count
[G] Measure the [C] amount
Of [F] all the things you [Dm] are to [Am] me.
If I [Am] paint the [Dm] sky
[G] Hang it up to [C] dry
[F] I would want the [Dm] sky to [E7] be
Oh such a [Am] grand [Dm] design
An [G] everlasting [C] sign
Of [F] all the things you [Dm] are to [Am] me.
You are the [F] sun that [G] comes on summer [Em] winds [Am]
You are the [Dm] falling [G] year that autumn [C] brings
You are the [F] wonder [G] and the [Em] mystery
In [A7] everything I [Dm] see the [G] things you are to [E7] me.
Sometimes I [Am] wake at [Dm] night
And [G] suddenly takes [C] fright
[F] You’re my vaguest [Dm] fanta-[E7]sy
But then you [Am] reach for [Dm] me
And [G] once again I [C] see
[F] All the things you [Dm] are to [Am] me.
You are the [F] sun that [G] comes on summer [Em] winds [Am]
You are the [Dm] falling [G] year that autumn [C] brings
You are the [F] wonder [G] and the [Em] mystery
In [A7] everything I [Dm] see the [G] things you are to [E7] me.