You are the promised kiss of springtime,
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You are the breathless hush of evening,
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the angel glow that lights a star,
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Some day my happy arms will hold you,
And some day I'll know that moment divine.
When all the things you are, are mine.
You are the angel glow that lights a star,
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Some day my happy arms will hold you,
And some day I'll know that moment divine.
When all the things you are, are mine.
