All The Things You Are

Artie Shaw

You are the promised breath 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 the stars

The dearest thing I know are what you are

Someday my happy arms will hold you

And some day I'll know that moment divine

When all the things you are, are mine