You are a promise
You are a song
Smooth like a waterfall
A sea in the calm
You are the summer
You are the sun
You are the desert plain
Where the wild horses run
I want you to know
You’re the first thought
I want you to know the grace you’ve made of
I want you to feel
That you’re my dear, o-o-oh,
And I want you to know
Deep as a valley
Sweet as a stream
Dark as a storm cloud
And bright as a dream
You are the summer
You are the sun
You are the desert plain
Where the wild horses run
I want you to know
You’re the first thought
I want you to know the grace you’ve made of
I want you to feel
That you’re my dear,
Oh oh,
And I want you to know
I want you to know
You’re the first thought
I want you to know the grace you’ve made of
I want you to feel
That you’re my dear,
Oh oh,
And I want you to know

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