You

You - Future of Forestry

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