All The Things You Are

I didn't know what it was when I met
Oh what a lovely time how sublime it was too
I didn't know what day it was you held my hand
Warm like the month of May it was and I'll say it was Grand
Grand to be alive to be young to be mad
To be yours alone
Grand to see your face steal your touch hear your voice
Say I'm all your own
I didn't know what year it was Life was no prize
I wanted love and here it was shining out of your eyes
Now I'm wise
and I know what time it is now