Jack Jones - All The Things You Are

You are the promised kiss of spring time that makes the lonely winter seems so 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;
Someday, my happy arms will hold you and, someday, I'll know that moment divine, when all the things you, are mine.