You Are
Mac Davis
You are the sun
Spilling softly on a hillside
Where laughing children run
You are the sun
You are the rain
Falling gently in my hair
As I walk down a country lane
You are the rain
And you are a morning in spring
You are the songs children sing
Yes you, you are everything
And everything is you
You are the wind
Lifting toy balloons up to moon
And sky that never end
You are the wind
And you are the soft skies above
You are the life I'm dreaming of
Yes you are evеrything I love
And everything I lovе is you