All things to me
Well, in a land of plenty
there are grapes upon the vine,
And sunshine in the morning
opens up these eyes of mine.
Clear rivers flow endlessly
'till they meet the open sea,
And in my arms I'm holding
the one who means all things to me.
The trees upon the mountains
shelter us from summer's heat;
Rich soil in the gardens
ensure plenty there to eat.
All through my daily travels,
and where ever I may be,
I still carry in my heart
the one who means all things to me.
And when the heavens open
I will battle through each storm,
For in the midst of a home
there's a fire that keeps me warm.
Then, if the earth would shatter
and set me down on one knee,
I would stand up once again
for one who means all things to me.
When comes time to leave this earth,
over the clouds I will glide;
I pray my soul comes to rest
softly on the river's side.
I will sit under the shade
of life's never ending tree,
I'll be waiting patiently
for one who means all things for me.
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