My Cup Runneth Over

My Cup Runneth Over - Mary Martin/Robert Preston

Sometimes in the morning when shadows are deep

I lie here beside you just watching you sleep

And sometimes I whisper what I'm thinking of

My cup runneth over with love

Sometimes in the evening when you do not see

I study the small things you do constantly

I memorize moments that I'm fondest of

My cup runneth over with love

In only a moment we both will be old

We won't even notice the world turning cold

And so in these moments with sunlight above

My cup runneth over with love

My cup runneth over with love

With love