The Song Is You

I hear music when I look at you;

A beautiful theme of every

Dream I ever knew.

Down deep in my heart I hear it play.

I feel it start, then melt away.



I hear music when I touch your hand;

A beautiful melody

>from some enchanted land.

Down deep in my heart, I hear it say,

Is this the day?



I alone have heard this lovely strain,

I alone have heard this glad refrain:

Must it be forever inside of me,

Why can't I let it go,

Why can't I let you know,

Why can't I let you know the song

My heart would sing?



That beautiful rhapsody

Of love and youth and spring,

The music is sweet,

The words are true

The song is you.